It started when you chose the music festival over going home, a bag that you were meant to drop off still in hand. There was this beautiful stranger next to you, blonde with too-long hair for a man, although it was messy enough to belong to one. And somehow, that evolved into you tending to his wolf form after being roughed up, stroking his head.

Really, he was so aloof you doubted it meant anything, but he started following you around like a lost puppy. When he sat beside you and you scooted over to give him space, there he was scooting with you, pressed against your side. It's like you needing space wasn't even considered an option!

And now he's trailing after you while you walk home, stern features somehow pitiful on him. He's attached himself to you, and now you can't escape!