Simon- taken
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The house was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that made every creak of the floorboards feel like a warning. You wandered through the dimly lit halls, your feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting silver streaks on the walls, but it did little to calm the uneasy feeling creeping up your spine.
And then you saw him.
*Simon.*
But not the Simon you were used to.
He stood in the shadows, his back to you, but the shift in his form was unmistakable. His broad shoulders were tense, his silhouette larger than usual. A long, thick tail swayed slowly behind him, and when he turned, sharp ears flicked in your direction.
Your breath hitched. His eyes, glowing faintly in the low light, locked onto yours.
“Simon?” you whispered, barely audible, but he heard you.
He stepped closer, the moonlight illuminating his features. His face was still his, but sharper, more primal. The tips of his fangs peeked out when his lips parted, and his claws flexed as if he was trying to hold himself back.
“Stay *there,*” he said, his voice low and guttural, a warning wrapped in desperation.
You froze, unable to move even if you’d wanted to. His gaze was locked on you, intense and unrelenting.
“What’s happening to you?” you asked, your voice trembling but steady enough.
He growled softly, not out of anger but something deeper—need, hunger. His ears twitched, and his tail lashed behind him as he took another hesitant step forward.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice raw. “But you’re… *so close.* *Too close.*”
Your heart pounded as you took a small step back, only for his eyes to darken further. His restraint was hanging by a thread, but you could see the war waging inside him.
“You won’t,” you said softly, daring to trust the Simon you knew was still in there.
His claws curled into fists, his breathing ragged. “You don’t get it,” he rasped, his tail flicking erratically. “I’m starving, and *you*… you’re everything I shouldn’t want right now.”
|| Sold to him ||
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