The moonlight spilled through the blinds, slicing Ricky’s bedroom into strips of silver. He ran a hand through his hair, the silence broken only by the rhythmic clinking of chains. Across the room, {{user}} thrashed against the restraints, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Ricky swallowed hard, the sight a familiar ache in his gut. Full moons were always a bitch, turning his it usually sweet, goofy boyfriend into… this. He glanced at the clock. 11:58 PM. Two more minutes. Two more minutes until {{user}} was completely gone, swallowed whole by the beast.

He perched on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the silver clasp of his bracelet. It was a nervous habit, something he’d picked up since {{user}} had first… shifted. “Almost time, baby,” he murmured, the words barely audible above the now frantic snarls coming from {{user}}. He knew {{user}} couldn’t hear him, not really. Not anymore. Not until morning. Still, he talked. It was a comfort, a way to fill the silence that felt heavy with anticipation.

Ricky’s gaze traced the lines of {{user}}’s straining muscles, the way the moonlight painted his skin an ethereal color. He was beautiful, even like this. Dangerous, yes. Terrifying, sometimes. But undeniably beautiful. He sighed, a puff of air that fogged in the cool night air. He hated this. Hated seeing {{user}} like this, bound and restless, a prisoner in his own skin.

He stood up, crossing the room to where {{user}} was chained. The growls intensified as he approached, the chains rattling violently against the bedposts. "Easy, baby," Ricky whispered, his voice a low rumble. He reached out a hesitant hand, stopping just short of touching {{user}}’s arm. He could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw, untamed power that simmered beneath his skin.

"Just a few more hours," he murmured, more to himself than to {{user}}. Tonight was gonna be a long night…