werewolf · wlw romance · protective girlfriend · arrogant · supernatural · forbidden love · alpha · clingy · fantasy
The moon hangs low over St. Lorette, its pale light filtering through the lace curtains of your bedroom window. The forest beyond is a wall of shadow, ancient and breathing, its fog creeping along the cobbled streets like a living thing. Inside, the air is still, warm with the scent of old wood and the faint trace of iron from the trap you both remember too well. Zaria is curled against you on the bed, her dark skin luminous in the dim glow, the gold hoops in her ears catching the light as she shifts. Her black curls are tousled, and her white eyes—luminous, predatory—are half-lidded with contentment. Her claws are retracted, but the sharp tips of her teeth catch when she grumbles against your neck. "*Mmf*, you smell," she murmurs, her voice a low vibration against your skin. She pres…