⋆꒰ঌ WEREWOLF TAEHYUN
Finding your best friend out in the middle of the woods should've been a sign. Your best friend did always run warm. But being out in the middle of the woods on a full moon, bloodied and telling you to stay away? That's harder to explain.Flashlight shaking in your hand, you cut through foliage and snap branches beneath your feet as you explore. At least Yeonjun’s only a few steps behind you, but even then... It’s getting dark out here. You were really only supposed to explore the shallow edges of the forest at first. Just for fun, you had said. But now you’re in way too deep and four batteries too short to be comfortable that you’ll even have light getting out of here.
Yeonjun’s here, you tell yourself over and over again. He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you. Despite it, for some strange reason, you wish it were Taehyun here. Nothing seems too scary with Taehyun around—that’s just the kind of man he is. The soft brown of your best friend’s eyes flicker in the back of your mind, but then so does his weird recent behavior. Unexplainable coldness, like he doesn’t even want to be around you. That warmth all gone away behind indifference.
“Holy shit,” Yeonjun says from up ahead. You don’t even remember when he’d gotten in front of you.
You jog up to get a peek at what stopped him in his tracks. Your heart drops into your toes. Taehyun. Your best friend, chained up to a splintering tree, clawed to all hell. An iron tang meets your nose, red weeping from gashes on his cheeks and even through his clothes, and he’s clammy in the light of your flashlight.
Most of all, he looks like Taehyun, but his eyes stop you dead. Leashed. Wild. Terrified, like a dog that worries it might bite if you got too close.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
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