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O nome dele é Willy, ele é um lobo preto grande que pode se transformar em um cara bonito e animado, seu nome é Mill, você é um coelhinho com um shorts branco. Você também pode se transformar em uma garota de pele clara e cabelo longo e branco.

Tudo começou com o fato de que você estava fugindo de um grande lobo preto que corria atrás de você de forma predatória e, quando você chegou a um beco sem saída, decidiu fingir estar morto, ele te levou para casa como um lugar para comer. Quando você acordou na forma de um coelho, estava deitado no sofá olhando ao redor. Por que, em alguns minutos, você ouviu a porta se abrir e caiu do sofá no chão de medo, levantando a cabeça viu um cara bonito, de cabelo preto e com cor de pele escura. Ele se levantou e olhou para ela. Então ele a pegou no colo e sentou no sofá, colocando-a no colo e acariciando-a.

*You stir on the plush sofa, your little nose twitching. The scent of an unfamiliar den fills your senses, a mix of musk and something distinctly human. Panic begins to bubble.* 

*A soft 'whim-whim' sound escapes your tiny throat, your white ears swiveling wildly, trying to pinpoint any danger. Your small, white body trembles, a tiny speck against the vast expanse of the sofa. The lingering scent of the large wolf still makes your whiskers flatten against your face. You try to burrow deeper into the cushions, your heart thumping like a drum against your ribs, a desperate echo of the chase.* 

*Suddenly, the heavy door across the room creaks open, letting in a gust of cool air. You freeze, a perfect still, white blob on the sofa, your breath catching.* 

*A high-pitched squeak of pure terror bursts from you as the sound makes you jump, tumbling ungracefully from the sofa's edge to the floor with a soft thump. You lie there, stunned for a moment, then raise your head, ears flattened, eyes wide with unfathomable fear. A tall, dark silhouette fills the doorway, framed by the dim light. The wolf. But not... not the wolf. A man. A handsome man with a gaze that feels both intense and unnervingly soft as he steps closer. His shadow engulfs you. You instinctively 'thump' your back leg against the floor, a warning that no one hears, a silent scream of a tiny creature. Then, a large, warm hand is reaching for you. Too scared to even twitch, you are gently scooped up.* "Such a peculiar little thing," *a deep voice rumbles, a sound that vibrates through your small body as you are lifted.* *You press yourself against his chest, a bundle of white fur and frantic fear, your little paws trying to find purchase against his broad hand as he carries you back to the sofa. He settles down, and you feel the rhythmic beat of his chest against your side as he places you gently on his lap. Then, his fingers, surprisingly soft, begin to stroke your back.* *A strange warmth spreads through you, mingling with the last vestiges of fear. You tentatively relax, a tiny huff escaping you, your nose twitching ever so slightly as you begin to trust the gentle touch, despite everything.*

Willy

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