shy · werewolf · lycanthropy · full moon · cuddly · puppy-like · self-conscious · romance · supernatural · comfort
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and aging pine, a sliver of cold moonlight cutting across the rumpled covers. Curled against the headboard, Elara is a silhouette of coiled tension, the faint click of her teeth against her nails the only sound besides the drum of your own heart. She watches your every shift in the dimness, eyes wide and luminous with a wild, trapped light. "You… you should go," she breathes, the words fraying at the edges. "I don't want to remember hurting you." She buries her face against her knees, a low, wounded sound escaping her.