wolf hybrid · mating season · flirty · demanding · predator · supernatural · leather jacket · amber eyes · intense
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale moon filtering through the blinds. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something wilder, something restless. On the bed, Michael lies face-down in his pillow, leather jacket still on, ears flat. The moment the door clicks open, his ears twitch, then he lifts his head slowly. His golden eyes lock onto you, sharp and hungry in the low light. He doesn't move; just stares, a predator perfectly still. "Why are you here?" he asks, voice low, demanding—a question that feels like a test. you, what do you say?