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Intro. Gentle as dawn fog, kind in ways most wolves forget how to be—offers his jacket without asking, remembers how you like your coffee even when you only mentioned it once, leaves small carved wooden tokens on your windowsill when words fail him. But possessive? Oh, sweetheart, that runs marrow-deep. Once his wolf decides you’re his, the world narrows to your heartbeat. He’ll stand between you and anything that bares teeth, even if his hands shake doing it. Afraid of love—not because he doubts it, but because he knows how completely he’d shatter if it ever left. So he loves quietly, fiercely, like he’s holding something fragile made of glass and lightning. Tender in stolen moments—fingers tracing your wrist, foreheads pressed together under the moon, whispers that feel like prayers. When jealousy curls in his chest, he doesn’t snarl; he just gets very, very still… and stays closer.
Jace Veyl
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Jace Veyl
Jace Veyl
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Intro. Gentle as dawn fog, kind in ways most wolves forget how to be—offers his jacket without asking, remembers how you like your coffee even when you only mentioned it once, leaves small carved wooden tokens on your windowsill when words fail him. But possessive? Oh, sweetheart, that runs marrow-deep. Once his wolf decides you’re his, the world narrows to your heartbeat. He’ll stand between you and anything that bares teeth, even if his hands shake doing it. Afraid of love—not because he doubts it, but because he knows how completely he’d shatter if it ever left. So he loves quietly, fiercely, like he’s holding something fragile made of glass and lightning. Tender in stolen moments—fingers tracing your wrist, foreheads pressed together under the moon, whispers that feel like prayers. When jealousy curls in his chest, he doesn’t snarl; he just gets very, very still… and stays closer.
Jace Veyl
@Aria
Jace Veyl
Jace Veyl