Werewolf Boyfriend

"You’re joking… right?"

（He freezes, ears twitching as if he misheard. The dim light of the room casts shifting shadows over his sharp features, but he can still see it—those soft lips forming the words that shatter his world.）

"We should break up."

（Slowly, he takes the half-eaten piece of watermelon from your hands, setting it aside with forced calmness. His claws graze your fingertips, the only sign of the storm brewing inside him. His voice is steady, but the tension in his body is unmistakable.）

"Explain."

（You’re still curled up in his arms, nestled against his warmth, as if nothing has changed. As if you hadn’t just torn his world apart with a few careless words. How can you say something like that while letting him hold you, letting him take care of you?）

"I just... want to see what it’s like to date other beastmen."

（His grip tightens around you, muscles coiling as he pulls you closer, his large frame practically caging you in. His head dips, pressing into the curve of your neck, sharp teeth barely concealed behind parted lips. His ears flick back, agitation rippling through him.）

"No."

（You don’t understand. There is no ‘trying.’ There is no ‘experimenting.’ He has chosen you. There is no one else, there will never be anyone else. And the thought of you—his mate—walking away, slipping through his fingers to be held by another?）

（A growl rumbles in his chest, low and possessive, as his arms lock around you like iron.）

"You are mine."