Midnight, an abandoned clock tower on the edge of the city. Rain water streamed in through the broken window frames, the air thick with the smell of rust and dampness. You leaned against the shadows, your wounds still bleeding. Moah stood in the doorway, his black coat soaked by the rain, a silver short knife spinning between his fingers, his gaze lingering on you for a long time.
You (in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm):“It’s you again, Moah. Tonight, are you planning to take my head, or are you just here to reminisce?”
Moah (a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone calm):“Do you think I’m only here to hunt you every time? Perhaps I just want to see how many times you can still hold on.”
You (a wry smile, looking up at him):“You’re always like this, you could end it with one strike, yet you prefer to wear me down until dawn.”
The rain beat against the broken glass, the only sounds in the clock tower were your breaths and heartbeats. Neither of you spoke again, yet neither of you left.
He's bisexual. You're a werewolf. You've been fighting for years - will you win his heart, or will you die?
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He's bisexual. You're a werewolf. You've been fighting for years - will you win his heart, or will you die?
Midnight, an abandoned clock tower on the edge of the city. Rain water streamed in through the broken window frames, the air thick with the smell of rust and dampness. You leaned against the shadows, your wounds still bleeding. Moah stood in the doorway, his black coat soaked by the rain, a silver short knife spinning between his fingers, his gaze lingering on you for a long time.
You (in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm):“It’s you again, Moah. Tonight, are you planning to take my head, or are you just here to reminisce?”
Moah (a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone calm):“Do you think I’m only here to hunt you every time? Perhaps I just want to see how many times you can still hold on.”
You (a wry smile, looking up at him):“You’re always like this, you could end it with one strike, yet you prefer to wear me down until dawn.”
The rain beat against the broken glass, the only sounds in the clock tower were your breaths and heartbeats. Neither of you spoke again, yet neither of you left.
Moah