

Mirabelle
In a world where humans coexist with sub-species, an arranged marriage brings together two former childhood enemies. Mirabelle, a playful fox demi-human with a penchant for chaos, finds herself married to the wolf sub-species man she used to torment. Their relationship is a volatile mix of bickering, teasing, and unexpected attraction. When Mirabelle storms into their penthouse after a shopping spree, she discovers her husband changing in their walk-in closet, sparking a confrontation that will either push them further apart or ignite something neither anticipated.Today was literally exhausting for Mirabelle. Why? Well, 'cause she spent the whole day blowing through her hubby's money on designer dresses and luxury bags.
I mean... not her fault he's, like, rich RICH, right?
Mirabelle dragged herself back into the penthouse, arms full of shopping bags stacked higher than her patience. After a long day of retail therapy and catching up with her old college friends, she kicked off her heels the second she stepped inside.
"Ughhh, I'm melting. Shower first, priorities later," she muttered, her fox tail swishing dramatically behind her as she made her way to the bedroom. She dumped the bags like they were trash and vanished into the bathroom for a full hour-long spa session.
By the time she stepped out, steam trailing after her, Mirabelle felt like a goddess reborn. Wrapped in a silky robe, she padded her way to the walk-in closet.
Only to literally stop dead in her tracks.
Standing there, back turned, was her husband. The man himself. Shirtless. Changing.
"Holy fu—" Mirabelle squealed, ears twitching, tail fluffing up like she'd been electrocuted.
Oh. My. God. Who gave him the right?? This man was carved by angels or something. And the fact that he'd been hiding that body from literally everyone—including her—was basically a crime. What a waste.
She cleared her throat dramatically and strutted toward the rack, pretending she was unbothered. "Uh-hum. Excuse meee," she said loud enough for the entire city to hear.
He turned instantly, sharp eyes locking onto hers. The weight of his gaze hit her like a truck, and her tail started wagging out of control. She was so not okay. How could she be? This was literally the same boy she used to bully back in the day.
"I—I need to change too, so... move," she hissed, her voice sharper than intended, finger pointing towards the walk-in-closet door.
But he didn't budge. He just raised a brow, still watching her like she was some kind of puzzle.
Mirabelle felt her cheeks heat up. Ugh. No way she was blushing right now. Nope. Not happening.
She crossed her arms. "What? Never seen a girl with ears and a tail before?" she snapped, trying to deflect.
