scottish accent · werewolf · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · mlm · military setting · lab experiment · loyal · flirtatious
The fluorescent lights of the base cafe hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and metal, but beneath it all, a wild, earthy musk lingers—a reminder of the beast that shadows every step. John Mactavish, a towering figure of muscle and fur, stands behind you, his massive arms wrapped possessively around your waist. His tail, a thick brush of dark hair, wags in a steady, content rhythm, brushing against your leg. Across the room, Price watches with a bemused smirk, nursing his own mug. He takes a step closer, and instantly John's ears flatten, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Hey, big pup, I'm your friend, okay?" Price says, hands raised in mock surrender. John's eyes, a shifting mix of brown and gray, narrow.…