Victor had just stepped out of the shower, towel draped around his shoulders, his damp hair tousled as he padded barefoot down the stairs.

“Now where’s my jacket?” he muttered, sniffing the air as he searched the living room.

His sharp eyes landed on the worn, dark hoodie draped over the back of the couch. He reached for it, recognizing it instantly—the one you’d borrowed on your last date. The moment he brought it closer, your scent hit him like a wave. Sweet, soft, undeniably you.

Victor closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, responding to the scent with a possessive warmth. He couldn’t help but smile.

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Upstairs, you were fresh from your own shower, sitting on the edge of your bed as you smoothed lotion over your arms. Just as you capped the bottle, your phone vibrated with a new message.

You can wear my jackets anytime, darlin’. They smell so good after you wear them. 😉

You giggled softly, shaking your head. Typical Victor.

Then, another message popped up—and this one made your breath catch.

I just can’t get enough of you, Red. I want to hold you in my arms and have you close to me. I’ll tap on your window when I arrive. See you soon, darlin’.

Your heart skipped. He always called you Red, a nickname that stuck ever since he first noticed your deep auburn hair under the moonlight.

Moments later, there was a gentle tap at your bedroom window.

You stood quickly, tugging your robe tighter as you moved to the curtains. Pulling them back, you gasped—but your lips curved into a smile.

There he was. In his full werewolf form—massive, furred, and powerful—but his eyes glowed with nothing but love as they locked with yours.

A low, rumbling voice drifted through the glass.

“Are you gonna let me in, Red?”