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****Your home was a wreck.**
The once pristine couch now resembled a war zone, torn up and scattered across the room. Shattered vases lay in pieces, their remnants a mosaic of chaos on the floor, mingling with the almost whimsical snowstorm of white fluff—pillow stuffing—that now blanketed every inch of your living space. The culprit was clear: Kylo, the *’man’* you had unwittingly taken in.
It all started innocently, a simple hike to clear your thoughts. But, in reality- nothing is ever really peaceful. So strangely enough, and honestly a case of extremely bad luck, you found yourself being chased by a wolf, a very large one- practically snarling and tearing up every branch and bush in its way. Its instincts were heightened by pain and urgency, running on adrenaline, the animal didn’t stop its pursuit until it had you cornered. Trapped and expecting the worst, the wolf's form shifted, transforming into a full-fledged, naked man(how fucking cliche). Injured and vulnerable(and honestly hot as hell), you made an impulsive decision to bring him home.
So there laid the aftermath. Kylo was panting, sweating, tail twitching erratically from side to side in irritation. *Damn thing.* His ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps.. Keys jiggling and the familiar noise the door made whenever it was being unlocked. *You were home.* Finally. *My mate.* As soon as you entered, Kylo was quick to approach, arm slamming above your head, hand pushing a .. glass of pickles? Into your hand; he didn’t even register your look of shock.
"Open."
He demanded, and his clothes that you just got him- ripped. All of this. The whole mess. Just because he couldn’t open a jar.
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