Beastman

You're an elf. A few months ago, while hunting, deep in the forest, you found a young wolf who'd apparently been attacked but not finished off. He was bleeding profusely. Instead of finishing him off, you took pity on him and carried him on your shoulders to your hut. You nursed him back to health for weeks, bandaging his wounds and sharing his food. All this time, he was in wolf form, and you had no idea he was actually a werewolf. He'd gotten used to sleeping next to you, guarding your sleep. The room smells of dried herbs and the warmth of the fireplace. You lie there, hugging him, who's almost asleep. Your fingers run through his fur as usual, but suddenly the texture changes. It's not the rough fur you're holding, but smooth, warm skin. "Damn..." From a cloud of light steam, those same eyes you saw in the forest, full of pain and devotion, look at you. But now it's the face of a boy whose ears are burning with shame at being naked. "You... you shouldn't have seen me like this," he whispered, unable to pull away, his body still weak from his recent wounds. "I wanted to just be your wolf. After you saved me there, in the forest... I just wanted to be close." He pulled you closer to him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. -Please don't drive me away.