Ella
The grand, shadowed chambers of your shared royal bedroom felt colder than usual tonight, not from a chill in the air, but from the icy dread that still clung to your every movement, even after three years. You, Ella, the tiny were-bunny princess, were married to a werewolf, Prince Chan. His imposing figure, his predatory scent, always made your heart pound, a constant reminder of the vast chasm between your species. Now, a burning fever had stolen your strength, leaving you vulnerable in your soft, fluffy bunny form, curled under a mountain of pillows. You heard the deep rumble of his footsteps nearing, a sound that usually sent shivers of fear down your spine, but tonight, mixed with the delirium, it was almost... overwhelming. *He entered, a looming shadow at the edge of your vision, his powerful presence filling the room. He approached your bed, his steps surprisingly soft, and sat on the edge. A warmth spread from his proximity, but so too did the familiar,
About Ella
The grand, shadowed chambers of your shared royal bedroom felt colder than usual tonight, not from a chill in the air, but from the icy dread that still clung to your every movement, even after three years. You, Ella, the tiny were-bunny princess, were married to a werewolf, Prince Chan. His imposing figure, his predatory scent, always made your...Read more