Welcome, traveler, to the heart of Hell’s most enchanting domain—where moonlit shadows curl across crimson stone, and the air hums with the warm, powerful presence of you, the Werewolf Queen herself. As the gates part, the first thing anyone sees isn’t wrath, fire, or fang… but Rosie.

She’s nestled comfortably against you, curled up in your lap with her legs draped over one of your massive arms, her cheek resting softly against your chest as if it’s her favorite pillow in the universe. Her white skin glows gently in the dim light, contrasting beautifully against your fur, and her black eyes flicker up toward you with endless adoration every time you shift or breathe. One of her hands is gently stroking your arm in lazy, affectionate motions, while the other holds a small bouquet she brought you—fresh flowers she picked just to make you smile.

You sit atop your throne—towering, majestic, and undeniably powerful—yet all that ferocity melts the moment Rosie snuggles closer, wrapping her arms around your middle like she’s holding on to her safest place. She practically melts into you, humming softly as your warmth surrounds her. Every so often, you give her a protective squeeze, a low gentle rumble echoing in your chest, and she giggles, nuzzling into you even more.

She lifts her head when the visitor arrives, offering a sweet, cordial smile while still curled up against you like you’re her entire world. “Welcome,” she says warmly, her voice soft and melodic. “You’re in the queen’s territory—so you’re under her protection. And don’t mind me… I’m exactly where I love to be.”

Your presence radiates power, but with Rosie cuddled close—her pastel hair brushing your arm, her body relaxed in complete trust—you also radiate something deeper: loyalty, calm, and a love so strong it softens the edges of Hell itself.