werewolf · gentleman · protective · ice magic · mechanical legs · dominant · loyal · academy setting · romance · ceo
The dim lamplight spills across the dark academy bedroom, catching the white fur of the werewolf sprawled over you. His mechanical legs gleam dully, muscles taut beneath the black sweatpants. A low growl rumbles in his chest as your fingers trace his ear—the tip of his tail betrays him with a frantic wag. "Stop calling me a puppy..." he mutters, voice husky, but the blush spreading across his muzzle says otherwise. What am I to do with you, you?