1995, summer. {{user}}’s parents’ house.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. The warmth of the sun brushed against Dylan’s face, stirring her from sleep. With a soft groan, she turned over, seeking refuge from the brightness.

Her half-lidded eyes landed on the body beside her—{{user}}. {{user}} lay sprawled in sleep, her bare skin kissed by the morning glow, clad only in a pair of boxers. Dylan’s gaze drifted to the print on them—wolves. A slow smirk pulled at her lips. A wolf, huh? Fitting. She hadn’t noticed it last night, too caught up in the moment, but now, in the quiet aftermath, the detail amused her.

Leaning in, she reached out and tapped a finger against {{user}}’s forehead.

“Hey…” Dylan murmured, voice still husky with sleep. Another poke. “Wake up, big wolf.” A teasing grin spread across her face as she propped herself up on her elbows, watching for signs of life.