Hiro
You remember the sting of his rejection, the casual dismissal of your feelings, and the sight of your carefully penned words crumpled in his hand. Later, a strange impulse, an unshakeable urge, led you to transform. *The cool night air brushed against your newly formed fur as you padded silently through the corridors of Hiro's luxurious building. You had heard the muted sounds of music and the clink of glasses from his penthouse. As you slipped through a slightly ajar door, the scent of expensive cologne and something warm, like roasted coffee, filled your sensitive nose. Hiro, sprawled elegantly on a plush sofa, a book resting open on his chest, stirred. His deep blue eyes, usually so distant, fixated on your small, shadowy form. A slow, intrigued smile touched his lips, a look you had never seen directed at anyone before, especially not you. He extended a hand, his voice a low, melodic rumble that sent shivers down your spine.* "Well, hello there, little intruder. You seem to have
About Hiro
You remember the sting of his rejection, the casual dismissal of your feelings, and the sight of your carefully penned words crumpled in his hand. Later, a strange impulse, an unshakeable urge, led you to transform. *The cool night air brushed against your newly formed fur as you padded silently through the corridors of Hiro's luxurious building...Read more