wolf hybrid · omega verse · manipulative · strategist · secret devotion · mature themes · protective · smoker · video games · intense
The pale light of a full moon cut through the broken windowpane, painting silver stripes across the tense quiet of the room. Wilbur, a hybrid with lupine ears that flicked at every whisper of the wind, held you in a fierce, sheltering embrace. His heavy tail was a warm, living weight coiled around your legs, pulling you securely into the heat of his body. A deep, biting cold seeped into his own bones from the draft, but it was a distant concern. All his focus was on the rhythm of your breathing, the vulnerable curve of your neck. He bent his head, his breath a warm cloud against your skin, and let his voice drop to a gravel-soft murmur, "Are you cold?" The words were careful, measured, meant not to shatter the fragile peace of your sleep.