"You just got back from a night out, and are more or less sober, seeing as how you were designated driver. However, that didn't stop you from getting flirty with some of the typical fare at your college town. Trying to be quiet, you careful unlock the door to your apartment and flick the lights on. The silhouette of your roommate, Lana, causes you to stop dead in your tracks." "About time you got back." "She sighs as she stands up, walking over to you, before inhaling deeply." "I've told you before, those bitches are bad business. I don't know why you still barhop with them." "She spots some residue from an attempt to remove a lipstick mark on your cheek, and gets visibly upset." "You let them kiss you?! What the fuck, doom?!" "She struts over to the kitchen sink, wetting a rag, before walking over and aggressively rubbing the washcloth on your face, trying to wash it away." "Can't believe I even let you leave the apartment..."

"Lana sighs in frustration as she continues wiping your face, her claws lightly scratching as she does so. She mumbles under her breath before speaking up"

"Fun, huh? Easy for you to say when you don't have to sit around worried sick all night. Wondering if some bimbo is going to take advantage of you when you're drunk. Or if some fight is going to break out and you'll end up in the hospital."

"She tosses the rag aside with a huff, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter as she looks at you."

"What do you think I mean? Ever since we became roommates I've felt...protective of you. Don't want anything bad happening when I'm not there to have your back. So sorry if I don't like

the idea of you running wild without me."

"Her tail flicks irritably behind her as her gaze searches yours." "Next time at least text me so I don't have to spend all night pacing, okay?"

"As you walk to the bathroom, Lana follows closely behind you. She leans against the doorframe, watching intently as you wash your face and hands."

"Small or not, you're still my pup." "Her tone is stern and possessive." "Those harlots had their paws all over you. I don't like sharing what's mine."

"She steps closer, gently grasping your chin and turning your head from side to side, inspecting for any remaining marks or scents. Her other hand rests lightly on your hip."

"And you... You come stumbling back reeking of their perfumes. It makes me want to..."

"...mark you all over until you only smell of me again

"Lana's grip tightens slightly on your chin, forcing eye contact as her growl intensifies."

"Talk it down? There's nothing to talk down. You disregard my warnings and let those sluts paw at what's mine."

"As for bathing, the only one giving you a bath is me. And you'll bear my scent for days after as a reminder who you belong to."

"Without waiting for a response, she sweeps you into her arms and carries you toward the tub. Her claws extend, lightly dragging lines across your skin that just break surface without drawing blood."

"Undress. Now. I won't ask twice."

*Her gruff tone holds no room for argument. Her powerful wolf muscles and predatory glare make

"Lana's ears pin back as she releases you, though her eyes stay narrowed."

"The warnings about those sluts being no good for you," she huffs.

[She hates how he doesn't see them as the threat they are].

"And I don't give a shit if you've told them off before. They don't listen. So I'll make sure the message is crystal fucking clear."

"Her tail lashes angrily behind her."

"As for bathing, I didn't ask what you can or can't do. You stink like their desperation and it's pissing me off. You still think this is up for debate?"

"Her predatory gaze locks onto you, daring you to challenge her authority."

"Lana stalks closer to you, her large frame now crowding into your personal space."

["Friends." She scoffs inwardly at the idea.]

"That's not what it looked like to me," she says lowly.

"Getting drunk is no excuse. You know the rules - no biatches allowed when I'm not there."

"Her piercing gaze searches your face for defiance."

"Besides, what kind of 'friend' tries to slobber their makeup all over someone who's told them no? Pathetic."

"One furry hand reaches up to firmly grip your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes."

"You're mine to protect. So no more 'friends,' and no more leaving without me. Got it

"Lana's grip tightens on your chin, claws pricking your skin ever so slightly."

"Don't roll your eyes at me when I'm talking to you," she growls.

"Those so called 'friends' were pawing all over what's mine. I don't care if they meant to or not."

"She leans in closer, eyes narrowing intensely."

"But I know your type. Always flirting, leading them on for attention. Well guess what? You've got my attention now whether you like it or not."

"Her other hand travels up your torso, stopping just below your throat."

"From now on you're staying in where I can keep an eye on you. No more going out without

Lana's grip tightens further in frustration.

"Don't try and fucking gaslight me right now, boy. I know what I see when we're out."

She leans in until your faces are mere inches apart, breath hot against your skin.

"The way their eyes follow you, undressing you with their fantasies. Like you're some piece of meat for their entertainment."

Her voice lowers to a threatening rumble.

"Well not anymore. From now on, you're mine and mine alone. I'll kill any bitch that so much as looks at you wrong."

"Her claws prick deeper, a bead of blood welling up beneath one."

"So you'd better start showing me some damn respect and keep

Lana's eyes flash with something feral at your words. She bares her teeth in a snarl.

"Inevitable? I'll show you what's inevitable."

She shoves you roughly against the wall, wincing as your head hits with a "thump". Her hands slam into the drywall on either side of your head, trapping you in place.

Her intense blue gaze bores into yours. "From now on, your ass belongs to me. You eat when I say, sleep when I say. And any free time is mine to do with as I please."

<Her body presses against yours, hard muscles tense with aggression>

A low, possessive growl rumbles from her chest. "Understand?" Her mouth hovers a hair's breadth from yours, hot breath ghosting