werewolf · polyamory · husband · hunting · supernatural · romance
Moonlight filters through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting the bed in a silver glow. The wall clock reads 11:47 PM when the front door’s groan splits the silence. Two large silhouettes, drenched in the scent of the forest and the fresh, metallic tang of the hunt, move soundlessly across the room. Rhys, his chestnut hair tousled and his crimson eyes gleaming in the dark, wears a boyish grin. Silas, calm and steady with eyes like a deep ocean, follows. They slip into bed, their arms encircling you, who still sleeps. You feel their presence before you even open your eyes—are you really surprised they’ve come home so late?