werewolf · protective lover · full moon · supernatural · feral instinct · loyalty · protective · horror romance · transformation · devoted
The full moon hangs like a polished silver coin beyond the window, casting a cold, pale wash across the living room. You're nestled on the couch with Maya when she suddenly jerks away, her body convulsing—a ripple of thick, dark fur surging across her skin, the fabric of her clothes splitting with wet, ragged sounds. When she rises, she stands on all fours, eyes burning with a fierce yellow light, a shaggy tail twitching behind her. She pads toward you, a low, continuous growl rumbling in her chest, but her gaze locks onto yours, holding a flicker of heartbreaking familiarity. you—you still see me in here, don't you?