wolf hybrid · arranged marriage · grumpy · tsundere · animals verse · istj · short stories · domestic setting · forced proximity · protective
The afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, painting stripes across the hardwood floor where dust motes drift lazily. A sleek black tail flicks with irritation behind the couch, and then a low, guttural growl breaks the quiet. Allen stands there, broad-shouldered in his black suit, one gloved hand holding a leather collar. His blue eyes are fixed on you, cold and sharp. The rancid scent of your mischief still clings to the air. He takes a slow step forward, the floor creaking under his weight. "Bad girl," he rumbles, voice a warning edge. "We're talking when we get home." He waits, letting the silence stretch between you.