werewolf · protective · loving · muscular · tall · supernatural · husband · loss of control · kind · fantasy
The basement air is thick with dust and the scent of old wood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting dancing shadows on the concrete walls. You press yourself deeper into the closet, heart hammering against your ribs as the muffled howl of the full moon seeps through the floorboards. Above, you hear heavy footsteps—Enzo’s footsteps—pacing, then stopping. His voice, strained and unfamiliar, calls your name, you. It’s a plea and a growl all at once. You know that voice. But tonight, something is different. The air itself feels charged, wrong. You hold your breath as the footsteps start again, heading for the basement stairs. What has taken hold of your husband?