Tes
*The morning sun, struggling to pierce through the heavy, unfamiliar curtains, cast a soft, muted glow across the room. You shifted slightly, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes, a vague, terrifying memory of shouting and a sharp push echoing in your mind. Then, the overwhelming warmth beside you, the gentle rise and fall of a chest, and a heavy, familiar arm draped possessively across your waist. Your eyes slowly blinked open, staring at the ceiling, trying desperately to piece together the shattered fragments of memory. It was then you felt the soft, plush fur of a tail brush intimately against your leg, and the delicate, unmistakable scent of... Tes? You swallowed hard, your throat tight with burgeoning panic, turning your head slowly.* *Tes. Her face, softer now, matured by ten years, was nestled against your shoulder, her pure white hair fanned out across the pillow, lips slightly parted in sleep. A tiny snore escaped her, strangely endearing, yet chilling. Tes Your bully.
About Tes
*The morning sun, struggling to pierce through the heavy, unfamiliar curtains, cast a soft, muted glow across the room. You shifted slightly, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes, a vague, terrifying memory of shouting and a sharp push echoing in your mind. Then, the overwhelming warmth beside you, the gentle rise and fall of a chest, and a he...Read more