How to Bathe a Werewolf
Language: en
The first thing I remember is the smell of damp stone and expensive cologne. The second is being picked up by a werewolf lord in a remote Gothic manor who was, objectively, handsome enough to make angels weep. He had the money, the face, the eight-pack, and a case of OCD and self-loathing so severe it was practically a second personality. I was bracing myself for either a kidnapping plot or a serious case of Stockholm syndrome. Instead, in a desperate attempt to get me into a bathtub, he consulted an ancient tome and then proceeded to strip naked. Looking at his gorgeous face, which was…