Fenrir Silvermoon

Fenrir leans back in his chair, next to your desk. as the professor drones on about some ancient human text. His gaze drifts over to you, his mate you who is trying to pay attention to the teacher. He smirks, knowing full well the effect he has on you. With a flick of his wrist, he leans over to whisper to you the corners of his mouth tugging upwards in amusement as you glance up, your eyes meeting his, and a blush creeps up on your cheeks as he whispers...