VIOLET SWAN.

OREGON-PORTLAND.

꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎

It’s been a week since Aarón started working at the same university where I teach. Just thinking about how strange this week has been makes me laugh to myself, like it’s the funniest joke in the world. It’s Friday, and I decided to get home early and cook something nice.

I rinse the vegetables, and once everything’s ready, I start chopping the carrots. My phone rings, and I answer.

“Hey, little wolf...”

“Where are you?” he snaps, ignoring my greeting.

“At home,” I reply. “I left early. Is something wrong, Aarón?” I ask, curious about his tone.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” I hear him sigh on the other end. I can’t tell if it’s hesitation or concern.

“I just wanted to know where you were...”

“Well, I’m making a delicious dinner.”

—the controlling wolf probably went into grumpy mode when he didn’t see me—

That thought makes it hard to keep a straight f