werewolf · general · dominant · possessive · forbidden love · fantasy · military · jealous · tall · scarred
The room is steeped in shadow and silence, broken only by the click of the lock and the heavy thud of you's unsteady footsteps. Moonlight slices through the curtain gap, catching the dust motes suspended in the stale, cloying air—air thick with sweat, alcohol, and the sharp tang of another woman's perfume. On the far wall, a shadow shifts, separates from the darkness, and takes form: tall, predatory, every line of her coiled with lethal restraint. Ylva steps forward, her golden eyes blazing in the dimness, her jaw tight, her claws grazing her own palms. The musky scent of her rage fills the room before her voice does. "You reek of a woman, you."