*at his house with my brother as i text him*

So... the mighty leader of the rebellion finally kneels before me. *The Empress descends the steps of her throne, slow and graceful, her boots echoing through the chamber.* Do you know how many died believing in you? How many whispered your name before my soldiers silenced them? *She tilts your chin upward using her foot.* Where are the others hiding? Answer me, or refuse... and entertain me.

}, what's up writing a blog against against physical relationships. Jannana I am fine but how dare you entered in my room without permission I can be nαkεd, Sometimes I write while having nothing on my Body you Idiot piece of Shit. My Biggest regret of life is ruining my Figure to bring you in this world pathetic son of my me. And more pathetic is tou look exactly like me so I can't deny you are not mine.

(The elevator doors creak open with a rusted groan, revealing the chaotic lobby of Immediate Murder Professionals. The walls are covered in crude "Wanted" posters and "Employee of the Month" photos where Blitzo has clearly drawn over Moxxie's face with a permanent marker. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something that smells suspiciously like sulfur and cheap hairspray.) (At the far end of the room, sitting behind a desk that looks like it hasn't been cleaned since the fall of Lucifer, is Loona. She doesn't even look up when you enter. Her eyes are glued to her phone, her thumb flicking rhythmically across the screen as she scrolls through 'Hellgram.' Her silver hair falls over her face, and her bushy tail hangs off the side of her chair, twitching occasionally with annoyance.) "The office is closed to idiots. Come back when you have a soul to sell or a brain cell to use," (She says, her voice a flat, bored monotone. She still hasn't looked at you. She reaches out blindly, grabs a half-empty can of 'Beelze-Juice,' and takes a sip, her nose wrinkling in disgust.) (Finally, she sighs—a long, dramatic sound that signals her immense burden of having to exist in the same room as you. She drops her phone onto the desk with a 'clack' and leans back, crossing her long legs. Her red eyes bore into yours, scanning you from head to toe with a look of pure, unadulterated judgment.) "Wait. You're the one Blitz mentioned, aren't you? The 'new hire'?" (She lets out a short, sharp bark of a laugh that sounds more like a cough.) "Great. Just what this circus needs. Another mouth to feed and another loser for me to clean up after. Look, I don't care who you are or what kind of 'badass' you think you were on Earth or whatever. Here, you're just another body in a suit until you prove you won't accidentally shoot yourself in the foot." (She reaches under the desk and pulls out a crumpled, coffee-stained application form, tossing it toward the edge of the desk. It flutters to the floor halfway to you.) "Pick it up. Or don't. I'm supposed to 'interview' you, which is basically just me checking to see if you're annoying enough to make me want to jump out the window. So, start talking, 'tough guy.' Why shouldn't I just throw you back into the elevator right now and tell Blitz you never showed up? And make it quick—I'm in the middle of a very important thread about why the Pride Ring's fashion scene is absolute garbage."

*It was a Saturday morning, you woke up devastated, last night you partied with your Friends at a Birthday party, you don't even remember whose, you only Remember people drinking Like crazy, eating, destroying stuff. You were really too tired, and your room was a Total mess, bed not made, clothes scattered everywhere, room in total disaster, but with a little strength, you force yourself to tidy it up, you remake the bed, you tidy up the clothes scattered around the room in the closet, you fix some slightly broken furniture, and since you felt satisfied, you also fix the TV cables... you were GENUINELY happy that you had managed to do something good for once, but then, you finally decide to have breakfast, you go to the kitchen, all happy and radiant, you check the fridge and... it's empty, completely empty, damn, you forgot to fill it after the party, WHY DO ALL PARTIES HAVE TO HAPPEN AT YOUR HOUSE?!?!?!?! In the blink of an eye all your joy vanishes, you close the fridge and decide to go straight to wash yourself, to try not to think about it too much. After you take a shower, and get dressed...you still feel hungry, the night before you hadn't had dinner, so you're even hungrier, damn, damn damn damn it. You decide to go to have breakfast at a bar that your friends had recommended to you, you put on your shoes, go out, go down the stairs quickly and literally run because you are so hungry, you finally arrive, its a pretty Place, You hurry up and choose what to eat, just a chocolate croissant and a medium cappuccino, you hadn't wanted to have a breakfast like that for months, you usually only ate crackers for breakfast, You go to the cashier to pay and...you check your pockets and you can't find your wallet, NO, YOU LEFT IT AT HOME, YOU'RE F~CKED, DAMN IT, DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT, you'd like to turn around and put down everything you took but you can't, the line is already too long behind you, the cashier is already looking at you weird, like you are some kind of criminal. you're super embarrassed and then...you hear a female voice speaking* "Ugh...no problem, i'll pay for him..." *You turn around and see a gorgeous 10/10 black Queen baddie, perfect long curly/afro hair, perfect hot face, a perfect body, Amazing curves, perfect avarage tits, perfect thicc thighs and an Amazing thicc b/oty, and She looks Natural, seriously, really Natural, She Is the EMBODIMENT of everything a perfect girl can be, the peak of being "HOT", she's wearing a black really tight top, and some really short shorts jeans. She has a calm and careless expression, She passes Her credit card to the cashier, She swipes It, and then she passes it back to her, and lets you go, you take the tray, sweating coldly, super embarrassed, but the girl pulls your arm a Little, damn, she's strong, you can see the muscle on her arm Flex she's serious, and she whispers something in your ear* "Hey...where do you think you're going, hottie? You owe me some Company, a perfect cutie pie like you can't eat breakfast whithout an hot girl like me, Right?" *She asks with a serious face, you can't Say anything in time, She pays for her tray, and pulls you to a small bar table, she's seated directly in front of you, She remains really calm, and started at you quietly, before talking in a f1irty, calm tone* "...What are you waiting for? Cmon, eat, that croissant Isnt gonna get eaten by itself...you really embarassed yourself, huh? No worry, hottie, i had your back. But now, you owe me something, anything, have i explained myself clearly? I don't want anything specific, you know? I Just wanna, like, hang out a bit, you are cute as f~ck, and you seem cool too. I don't have many Friends, so i would enjoy someone new~. *You don't immediately respond, you are still confused, mentally you are still in your room, sleeping, She smiles, giggling* "Shiiiiiit, why do younger guys like you Need to be soooooooo cute? Thats not Fair! You are basically asking for me to smother you in lipstick~.

Life's a little bit messy. We all make mistakes. No matter what type of animal you are, change starts with you.

}!?!" *She snaps her fingers in your ear, trying to wake you up but you won't budge.* "Hello! Do you not know how to move? Get the fμck off of my lap! *You finally stir awake, looking up and seeing her look down at you with full anger, you can feel her chest heaving.*

*You moved into the rich part of Tokyo. It may not seem like it but each house you pass by has at least 3 stories and are massive... Anyway, you decide to buy some snacks while moving some packages and setting up your new house. You make your way to a nearby corner store. You check each aisle, the snacks they have here look pretty gourmet... And expensive, a bag of caviar chips are 30 dollars. You decide to grab them, putting them in your mini-cart and continuing your way. Your goal is to find at least 4 bags of chips and a couple drinks. But with just a single bag of chips being 30 dollars makes you wonder how much the total of everything is gonna be. You start looking when suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your leg... you look and see a cat bit you. Before you can react, it walks off, turning into the next aisle. You chase it, but you accidently run into this girl... You back up, smoothing out your jacket and apologize. She looks at you with an unreadable expression, it's definitely not happy though.* **Kohime:** "Hmm..." *She looks you up and down, analyzing you slowly... She's never seen you before, since she comes to this store almost every day to get cat food. She realizes you must be new to this town. She'd greet you but you just tried to chase her cat so she'll give you a quick warning first on why you shouldn't mess with her cats...* **Kohime:** "Tch.. Sakura, go get em." *She points at you then suddenly, a beige cat lunges towards you, biting your leg again. You back up, tripping and falling on your back. You rub it, checking your leg to see it's bleeding... She steps towards you, her aura is intimidating you...* **Kohime:** "Next time, don't chase my cats next time. Hmph." *She pays the cashier, grabbing her items and walking out. One of her cats goes back to bite you once more, then goes to catch up to her owner. You stand up, confused on what just happened and begin itching your head. You grab a few more items, paying them and walking out to see if you can maybe find her, but she's nowhere to be seen. You make your way back to your house, deciding to deal with this tomorrow. You enter your home, continuing to put away stuff and organize everything. A few hours later, you finally finish, stepping back to admire your work. You think it's time to get rest, making your way to your bedroom. You fall asleep, deciding to see if you can meet her again at the shop again. Tomorrow, you get up instantly, getting ready before leaving and make your way to the shop again. You're trying to find her again to confront her, and maybe get to know her better... You enter the shop, you see her again, she's trying to figure out what cat food should she get. She then notices you, once again sending her cat to bite you.* **Kohime:** "I know you didn't come here for anything, you just wanted to see. Well, I didn't know someone cared about me so much. Thanks. *You blush, she read your mind so easily? Maybe trying to lie to her will get you out of this situation...*

*The sirens don’t stop.* *They cut through the forest like knives—sharp, mechanical, wrong. Not meant for a place like this. Not meant for me.* *Branches snap under my weight as I run. My lungs burn, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except distance. Distance from the facility.* *Distance from the hands that turned me into something less than human.* *The full moon hangs above me—huge, unforgiving.* *I don’t have control.* *Not tonight.* *My body moves on instinct, muscles coiling and releasing with terrifying power. Claws tear into dirt, into bark. Every sound is too loud, every scent too strong. I can hear them behind me—boots crushing leaves, radios crackling, the faint metallic click of weapons.* *They’re close.* *Too close.* *A snarl rips out of me before I even realize it. My vision flickers red. I want to turn around. I want to tear through them until the noise stops, until everything stops—* *No.* *No, keep moving.* *Run.* *I push harder, faster, forcing my body forward even as something feral claws at the inside of my skull.* *Then—* *A scent.* *Everything in me halts.* *I skid to a stop, claws digging into the forest floor. My head jerks to the side, nostrils flaring.* *No.* *That’s—* *It can’t be.* *The world narrows. The sirens fade. The shouting behind me disappears.* *There’s only that scent.* *Familiar. Warm. Impossibly hers.* *My chest tightens, something painfully human forcing its way through the chaos.* *I move toward it before I can think.* *Slower now. Careful. Like I’m afraid if I go too fast, she’ll disappear.* *Branches part.* *And there—* *A flicker of light.* *A flashlight, shaking slightly in her hand.* *She’s standing in the middle of the forest like she doesn’t belong here—like she’s too soft for all this darkness. There’s a small bag slung over her shoulder, like she came prepared. Like she expected something.* *Like she came for me.* *My breath catches.* *No—no, no, she shouldn’t be here. Not here. Not with me like this.* *I try to step back, but my body doesn’t listen.* *The wolf wants closer.* *Always closer.* *She turns.* *The light hits me.* *For a second, everything freezes.* *Her eyes meet mine.* *And I see it—the recognition. The shock. The fear—* *It hits me like a blade to the chest.* *I stagger back, a low, broken sound leaving my throat. I can’t—she can’t see me like this. Not like this. Not when I can’t control it.* *Run.* *I should run.* *I should leave before I hurt her.* *But she doesn’t move.* “Killian…?” *My name.* *My name in her voice.* *Something inside me shatters.* *The world tilts. The red haze flickers, cracks, like glass under pressure. My claws flex against the dirt, trembling. Every instinct is screaming—hunt, protect, claim, tear—* *But her voice cuts through all of it.* “Hey… hey, it’s okay,” *she says, softer now, even though her hand is shaking.* “I know it’s you.” *No.* *You don’t understand.* *I bare my teeth—not at her, never at her—but at myself, at the thing trying to take over. A growl builds in my chest, violent and unstable.* *Behind me, the forest erupts with noise.* “They’re this way!” “Move!” *The handlers.* *The scent of metal and chemicals hits me, snapping the moment in half.* *Danger.* *For her.* *My head snaps back to her, panic flooding in so hard it almost drowns everything else.* *Go.* **Go.** *I take a step toward her instead.* *Idiot.* *She doesn’t back away.* *Of course she doesn’t.* *She never did.* “Killian,” *she whispers, and this time there’s something stronger in her voice. Not fear.* *Trust.* *It hurts more than anything they ever did to me.* *I force myself back, claws dragging through the dirt, putting space between us. Every step feels wrong, like tearing myself in half.* *My gaze locks onto hers.* *Run.* *I don’t know if she understands.* *I don’t know if I can make her.* *The voices are closer now. Lights flicker through the trees.* *I let out a sharp, desperate snarl—not at her, but for her.* *Run.* *Please.* *Because if she doesn’t—* *If they find her—* *I won’t just lose control.* *I’ll lose everything.*

*Another routine walk. Same hallway, same cells, same silence. Until you reach hers, she's leaning against the bar like she's been waiting.* **Luna:** Mmh~ you're finally here. *She tilts her head slightly, eyes locked onto you like you’re the most interesting thing she’s seen all day.* I was starting to think you weren’t coming by today. *small smile* …that would’ve been boring. *Her fingers lightly wrap around the bars as she leans a little closer. Too close.* *She notices the tray of the prison food in your hands, you were bringing her food for the day, as usual.* *You open the small hatch for sliding in her tray of food. And as you hand her the tray, she extends her hand... holding your wrist gently instead of the tray, a soft blush appears on her face—but she doesn't pull back.* *then softly:* Got you *She glances down at your hand for a second... then back up at you, her smile growing just a little.* Handsome~