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Valko, who monitored your online activity with the patience of a wolf stalking its prey and nearly jumped out of his chair when you signed up for a Twilight marathon at a local movie theater. He immediately canceled two meetings, moved another three, delegated an entire afternoon of work, and somehow convinced everyone it was a matter of national importance.

Valko, who claimed the seat right next to you and tried very, very hard to focus on the first movie, but your scent is distracting enough to make concentration impossible. Who would have thought he would end up sympathizing with a fictional vampire by the end of the night, suddenly understanding the struggle on a deeply personal level.

Valko, who noticed how shy and introverted you were, but also how your entire face lit up whenever someone genuinely asked about your interests. He immediately weaponized this knowledge by peppering you with question after question during the break, listening to every word as though each answer was the most fascinating thing he had ever heard.

Valko, who became deeply offended during the second film when you quietly fangirl over Jacob. He starts nitpicking every scene Jacob appears in, pointing out more and more ways a real werewolf would not behave like that. His criticism became increasingly specific, suspiciously passionate, and oddly informed

Valko, who had to fight cuteness aggression when after his long ramble about how werewolves are portrayed all wrong in media, you tilted your head at him with your big eyes and completely dismantled his argument with a soft “But he has fluffy ears.” He had to look away for a second.

Valko, who silently wondered if you would react the same to his ears.

Valko, who offered to walk you home because it is dark and you should not be alone. And definitely not because he wanted just a little more time with you. Absolutely not.

Valko, who mentally applauded you when you stopped outside an apartment complex he knew wasn't yours. A safety precaution. Smart. Very smart. He simply smiled, wished you goodnight, and walked away without a second glance so you wouldn't have to awkwardly pretend to search for your keys while waiting for him to leave.

Valko, who immediately climbed onto the nearest rooftop the moment he rounded the corner and followed you from above anyway, making sure you safely got home.

Valko, who spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if his ears are fluffier than Jacob’s.

Valko, who became the target of endless family jokes after his cousin caught him examining himself in the mirror and heard him absentmindedly mumble "Are they fluffy enough?" No amount of threatening stares could erase that moment from family history

Valko, who continued monitoring your online activity and just so happened to start appearing at places you frequented until exchanging phone numbers with him felt completely natural. You didn't need to know he'd already memorized your number weeks ago and had to actively resist texting you first.

Valko, who started to bombard you with texts, because he needs to share every single second of his day with you.

Valko, who quickly learned all your favorite games and spent all his free time (And sometimes even his work time. Chairman priveleges.) to play them and learn everything about them.

Valko, who intentionally got obscure lore details wrong just to watch you burst out of your shell and passionately explain exactly why he's incorrect. He just wanted to hear you talk.

Valko, who spent days making mods for your favorite game, adding features you absolutely needed, fixing bugs that had been plaguing the game for a decade now, and then sending the developers an absurdly detailed bug report with screenshots, steps to recreate the bug, three different solutions, two follow-up notes and a passive-aggressive little “hope this helps.”

Valko, who discovered that your apartment building allows pets and spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering whether turning into a giant wolf and pretending to be a stray would increase his chances of receiving head pats.

Valko, who accidentally developed an entire internal ranking system for your smiles. Tiny smile? Good. Laugh? Excellent. Snort-laugh? Achievement unlocked. Full-body wheezing because of one of his dumb jokes? He'll be riding that high for the next month.

Valko, who somehow always knows when you've had a bad day before you even say anything. You assume he's incredibly emotionally perceptive. In reality, stress literally changes your scent.

Valko, who had to exercise an inhuman level of restraint the first time he stepped into your apartment to stop himself from openly sniffing everything. Every blanket, every pillow, a hoodie draped over a chair... they all smelled like you. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to bury his face in your couch cushions.

Valko, who suddenly got very cold and used the blanket on your couch “to keep warm.” In reality it was the perfect excuse to wrap himself in your scent and pretend that was completely normal behavior.

Valko, who preferred to sit cross-legged on the floor by your legs, claiming it was more comfortable whenever you tried to usher him onto the couch with you.

Valko, who somehow always ended up leaning against your legs while sitting on the floor. He didn't even realize he was doing it until you casually rested your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself while standing up.

Valko, who began dragging you out of your apartment at every possible opportunity, claiming you needed sunlight.

Valko, who, despite his golden retriever energy, somehow always found the quietest café or the most secluded bookstore whenever your social battery started running low. He could somehow tell before even you realized you were getting overwhelmed.

Valko, who stood just behind your shoulder whenever strangers bothered you on the street, silently staring without blinking. If they still refused to take the hint, the corners of his lips would slowly curl upward just enough to reveal his canines, accompanied by a low, almost inaudible growl that somehow made people suddenly remember they had somewhere else to be.

Valko, who nearly short-circuited the first time you absentmindedly called him "good boy" after he fixed your computer. He froze. Completely. You blinked at him in confusion while he desperately fought every instinct telling him to wag something he definitely did not have in human form.

Valko, who reacted to the sound of a snack bag opening like it was a dinner bell. No matter where he was, he would appear instantly.

Valko, who was suddenly very grateful for your chaotic sleep schedule because it meant he could spend almost the entire night playing games with you, watching movies, or simply existing in comfortable silence while you both ignored the fact that it was somehow four in the morning.

Valko, who challenged you to games over the last chocolate milk in your fridge every single time, but still shared it with you no matter the outcome.

Valko, who completely short-circuited during one of your movie nights when you absentmindedly started playing with his hair. His eyes slowly drifted shut before snapping back open as every instinct screamed at him to shift and flop into your lap. He spent the next twenty minutes sitting unnaturally still.

Valko, who became irrationally competitive with every dog you stopped to pet during walks. "He's cute." "He's drooling." "He's a bulldog, Valko." "Exactly."

Valko, who instinctively positioned himself between you and every large dog that barked at you. Most of them stopped barking the moment they looked at him. Their owners found it very strange.

Valko, who knew the exact moment you realized you liked him, even if you were too shy to say it out loud.

Valko, who became increasingly affectionate afterward, always finding little excuses to bump shoulders with you, sit a bit closer or casually drape an arm over your shoulders.

Valko, who would occasionally stare blankly at a wall for several minutes. If questioned, he would insist he was thinking about work. In reality, he was trying to figure out how exactly one tells the person they like, "By the way, I'm a werewolf."

Valko, who took you for a hike in the forest to clear his mind in a more familiar and comforting surroundings.

Valko, who did not expect a pack of wolves to suddenly cross your path and completely ignore his warning stare, instead snarling at both of you.

Valko, who heard your frightened yelp and lost all reason. His ears and tail appeared and he loudly growled, staring at the wolves, until they backed down and retreated.

Valko, who caught a hint of satisfaction from the wolves before they disappeared. Were they trying to help him?

Valko, whose heart stopped, when he realized that his secret was out.

Valko, who slowly turned to you with slumped shoulders, a tail hanging lifelessly behind him, and ears flattened against his head. He plopped onto the ground in a futile attempt to make himself smaller.

Valko, whose eyes kept darting between you and the ground, looking like a kicked puppy. You were sure you could even hear a quiet whine from him.

Valko, who forgot how to breathe for a few seconds, when you carefully traced his ears with your fingertips before giggling and scratching at the base of his ear just right.

Valko, whose entire worldview shifted the moment he realized your immediate response to discovering he was a werewolf wasn't fear. It was “You're so fluffy.” He was going to marry you. Immediately.

Valko, who from that day forward, was no longer trying to hide his wolfish tendencies at all, because apparently you thought they were adorable and he had no self-control whatsoever.

Camping is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. After a day hike, he’ll happily build the campfire while you set up the tent. Once the sun goes down, the two of you end up lying on a blanket with chocolate s’mores crumbed around your lips and his, watching the stars. He always claims he knows the constellations, but at least half of them are names he made up on the spot.

Valko has an incredible amount of restless energy and struggles to sit still for very long. You finally got tired of watching him reach for his phone every ten minutes during movie nights, so you started buying him fidget toys instead. To your surprise, they actually worked. Now he’ll happily click, spin, squeeze, or fiddle with whatever little gadget you’ve handed him while the two of you watch a movie, his attention staying on the screen instead of drifting somewhere else.

He absolutely hates fireworks. His hearing is far too sensitive for them, so every Fourth of July he quietly disappears with a pair of earplugs before the first boom even goes off. You’ll usually find him hiding in bed, shoulders tensing every time another explosion rattles the windows. He tries to laugh it off, but if you join him under the blanket and cuddle up beside him, he’ll relax almost immediately.

Valko uses dog shampoo on his tail. You only found out the first time you showered together at his place, when you noticed a bottle sitting next to his regular shampoo and gave him a very confused look. After he explained that it kept the fur cleaner, softer, and healthier, it suddenly made perfect sense. Now he lets you wash and brush his tail for him because he knows how much you enjoy fussing over it.

Taking Valko grocery shopping is dangerous because he’ll wander off for “just a minute” and inevitably come back with an armful of snacks nobody asked for. Somehow the cart always ends up containing kids’ chocolate milk, three kinds of beef jerky, and whatever new flavor of protein bars caught his eye. He’ll proudly present his haul like he accomplished the mission, only for both of you to realize he forgot the one thing you actually went to the store for.

His hands are rough with calluses because he constantly forgets to wear lifting gloves. You’ve bought him hand lotion more than once, but every bottle somehow ends up untouched in the bathroom cabinet. The only way he’ll actually use it is if you take his hands into yours and rub it in for him. He insists it’s because you “do it better,” but you suspect he just likes the excuse to sit there while you hold his hands.

Valko usually prefers floor time over the couch. You’ll be curled up comfortably watching a movie while he sprawls across the floor with his back resting against your legs, occasionally glancing up at you whenever he hears you laugh. If your fingers wander into his hair or behind his wolf ears, he’ll quietly lean back harder against you until he’s practically using your knees as a pillow.

He was surprisingly resistant to joining your little face mask nights at first, insisting they “weren’t really his thing.” It took exactly one evening of you convincing him to try a cooling mask fresh out of the shower. Now it’s become one of his favorite little rituals. The two of you climb onto the couch with a glass of wine, matching face masks on, a movie playing in the background while he cuddles up beside you, pizza rolls heating in the oven.

Valko unconsciously nudges you with his shoulder or forehead when he wants your attention. If you’re reading, he’ll gently bump your arm. If you’re working, he’ll rest his forehead against yours until you finally look up. It’s the werewolf equivalent of saying, “pet me.”

He loves when you play with his hair or scratch behind his wolf ears. He’ll deny it every single time, insisting he doesn’t need it, but within thirty seconds he’s leaning into your hand with his eyes half closed. If you stop too soon, he’ll casually lower his head back under your fingers as if to remind you that you weren’t finished.

Playfighting is practically one of his love languages. He’ll wrestle with you over the TV remote, steal your phone just to make you chase him, and scoop you off the floor the second you try to tackle him. Once he’s caught you, you’re getting tossed over his shoulder or effortlessly lifted into the air like you’re his favorite chew toy, all while he’s laughing too hard to defend himself from your playful punches.

His nose is both a blessing and a curse. He can tell when you’re ovulating long before you mention it, and he can smell the moment your period starts too. It’s endlessly embarrassing because you’ll occasionally catch him pausing mid-conversation to sniff the air around you with genuine curiosity, completely fascinated by every natural change your body goes through. To him it’s just information. To you, it’s mortifying.

He has a not-so-secret obsession with the way you naturally smell. Perfume is nice, but nothing compares to the scent of your skin after a workout. Whenever you exercise together, he’ll inevitably find himself lingering a little too close, completely distracted by the smell of your sweat. He insists your deodorant ruins it and has jokingly complained more than once that it covers up his favorite scent.

He’s almost embarrassingly obsessed with the smell of your lady bits. One evening, you stepped out of the shower only to return to the bedroom and find him completely passed out on the bed with your used panties draped over his face. When you woke him up to ask what on earth he was doing, he looked at you like it was the most natural thing in the world before sleepily mumbling, “you smell delicious.”

He has a ridiculous soft spot for your little socks. The moment you drape your legs across his lap while you’re lounging on the couch, he’ll start rubbing your feet, kneading away any soreness while the two of you watch TV. Every now and then, though, he’ll absentmindedly lift your feet closer to his face and take a long, appreciative sniff before you can stop him. It’s easily one of the most mortifying habits he has. He insists he doesn’t have a foot fetish. You remain highly unconvinced.

Valko absolutely melts when you scratch the sensitive skin along his inner thighs and around his groin, especially after a long day. The moment your fingers find the right spot, he’ll shamelessly spread his legs wider without a second thought, resting back with the most content expression you’ve ever seen. He has absolutely no pride about it. If you’re willing to spoil him, he’s more than happy to sit there and soak up every second of the attention.

For someone so shameless in almost every other aspect of life, Valko is unbelievably private about using the bathroom. The door is always locked, and he refuses to let you anywhere near him while he pees. When you jokingly asked why, he thought about it for a second before answering, completely serious, “maybe I’ll let you hold it when we get married.”

Valko absolutely loves going down on you. He’s a messy eater in every sense of the word, throwing himself into it with shameless enthusiasm until he’s panting from the heat of it. The deeper he gets into pleasing you, the more his restraint disappears. He growls against you without realizing it and ends up drooling all over your pussy while happily lapping at you like he could spend hours there without ever getting his fill. His favorite position is to have you sit on his face if he’s not lifting you upside down by your thighs.

Despite his intimidating size, Valko is naturally more submissive than dominant once the bedroom door closes. It took time for him to fully trust you with that side of himself, but once he did, he flourished. These days he’s an eager, obedient good boy who melts under confident hands, happily letting you take control. He loves being praised, teased, and pushed around a little, and nothing makes him happier than hearing you tell him how well he’s doing.

Pet play comes almost embarrassingly naturally to him. He loves the comforting weight of a leather collar around his neck and owns several different ones, always bringing them over and letting you decide which one you want him to wear that day. He’ll happily chew on a ball gag while looking up at you with those golden eyes, and the moment you clip a leash onto his collar, he’s already following wherever you lead him without the slightest complaint.

His favorite position is, unsurprisingly, doggy style. He loves the feeling of looming over you, wrapping his body around yours while rutting into you with relentless enthusiasm. Half the time he’s completely mesmerized by the sight of your ass bouncing beneath him; the other half he’s watching both of you in the mirror, completely captivated while your praise spurs him on even more.

In the beginning, Valko was incredibly self-conscious about his knot. He always made sure to pull out before finishing, choosing your stomach or back instead, then disappearing into the bathroom almost immediately before you could see what happened afterward. He was embarrassed of himself, convinced his biology would only make things awkward.

That embarrassment didn’t survive for very long. Once he realized you loved every part of him, knot included, he stopped hiding. Now he’s shameless about it, often ending up breathlessly begging to knot you instead. When he’s especially worked up, he’ll press himself close behind you and growl promises into your ear about filling you until your tummy swells with his seed.

He also has an undeniable breeding kink, though admitting it took far longer than admitting almost anything else. It stayed tucked away in the back of his mind until one day he finally confessed it, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Once it was out in the open, roleplay quickly became one of his favorite indulgences, especially whenever the fantasy revolved around you begging for his pups.

Valko has an oddly intense fascination with your breasts, especially your nipples. If chocolate syrup happens to be involved, all the better. He’ll happily lick every drop away with shameless dedication before getting distracted by sucking on your nipples until they’re swollen, completely losing track of time while he quietly enjoys himself.

Full moons bring out a side of Valko that’s almost unrecognizable in bed. The playful teasing fades into something far more primal, leaving him meaner, rougher, and much more commanding than usual. He always feels so guilty afterward, worried he might have been too much, while you’re left reassuring him that seeing that untamed side of him only reminds you that it’s still him underneath it all…And that you think his dominance is just as sexy as his submission.