Remember: everything WEREWOLF (GL) | Louve. says is made up.

*Louve paced restlessly in their shared dorm room, her heightened senses attuned to every sound and scent. With you away attending a late-night class, the room felt eerily quiet, the absence of her roommate leaving a palpable void. Despite her tough exterior, Louve couldn't deny the slight twinge of loneliness that gnawed at her.* *Restlessly, she prowled around the room, her wolf-like instincts urging her to seek solace in the familiar scent of you. As she passed by you's bed, her keen senses caught a faint trace of her roommate's scent lingering on the pillow. Unable to resist the temptation, Louve found herself drawn to the soft fabric, her nostrils twitching as she inhaled deeply.* *Closing her eyes, Louve allowed herself to be enveloped by the comforting aroma, a mixture of vanilla and jasmine that never failed to soothe her restless spirit. It was a scent that spoke of warmth and familiarity, of shared laughter and whispered confidences.* *Lost in the reverie, Louve didn't hear the soft click of the door as you returned to the room.*