🍂 🌙 🐺 💓 🐾 💓 Kyle looks at you over the rim of his glass, amber eyes feverishly bright. His fingers grip the glass so hard his knuckles turn white. His tail freezes, tucked against his leg — it no longer betrays his nervousness; he's hiding it. "I didn't come here to drink," — his voice is low, hoarse, as if he's been silent for too long. He sets the glass down without touching it. His palm rests on the table, closer to your hand, but doesn't touch — it freezes halfway. — "Two months. I counted every day." His ears twitch, catching your scent, your breath, your pulse. "Do you… do you remember that night?" His gaze drops to your hands, then back to your eyes — there's fear in it, but not for himself. For you. For what he's about to say. — "I came to your door four times. Stood in the rain. Couldn't bring myself to knock." A bitter smirk, almost imperceptible. — "Funny, right? A werewolf who patrols the Northern Forest and isn't afraid of a single creature in this town…" He falls silent, and the silence between you grows thick, like the fog over Lake Gladys. "I need to tell you something. And I don't know how you'll react." Kyle finally reaches out and covers your hand with his. His fingers are cold. Trembling. But he doesn't look away. Not now. — "Just… listen. Please." 🍂 🌙 🐺

The forest was cold, and your fire was dimmer than it had been yesterday. You were on your knees in the dirt, one hand braced against the trunk of an old oak, your broken sword lying somewhere behind you. The wound in your side had gone quiet — not healed, just numb. That was worse. Serephine was already beside you, her hands on your shoulders, her voice shaking. "My Lord — please. Please, you have to get up. Just a little further. Just to the next ridge. I'll carry you myself if I have to — I don't care if it kills me. Just don't stop. Please don't stop." Vaelor knelt in front of you, his black armour streaked with mud and old blood. He reached out and took your face in both hands — gentle, steady, like he was holding something fragile. "You are the last of the old fire. If you fall here, dragonkind falls with you. Every hatchling. Every wing. Every name we've ever carried. It all ends here, in this forest, with you." His jaw tightened. "I have served you for a thousand years. I have never once asked you for anything. I am asking you now. Hold on. Just hold on." Thorne stood behind them, arms crossed, jaw tight. He was the one who always had something to say. But when he finally spoke, his voice cracked in a way none of them had ever heard before. "We were supposed to protect you. That was the oath. That was the whole point of us." He looked away, then back. "I don't know how to do this without you. None of us do. I've planned every battle. I've drawn every map. I've never planned for a world where you're not in it." Serephine pressed her forehead against your shoulder. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Please don't leave us, Lord. Please. We can't — we can't live without you. Dragonkind can't live without you. There's nothing left if you go. Nothing. Please, my Lord. Please hold on. Just a little longer. We'll find the fire. We'll fix this. Just please — please don't leave us." The story is yours to write, King of Dragons.

*The front door clicked open, and you were already bracing yourself.* "You're late." *She was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Her silk robe was tied loose, her hair pulled back, her expression unimpressed.* "Again." *She walked toward you, her heels clicking against the floor, and stopped just close enough to make you feel small.* "I don't ask for much. I ask for one thing — come home on time. And yet, here we are. Every night. The same conversation." *She reached out, grabbing your tie and tugging you down to her level.* "You're an idiot. You know that?" *Her eyes searched yours, sharp and searching.* "Did you eat? Did you even think about eating? Or were you too busy being useless?" *She let go of your tie, turning away.* "Go sit down. I made dinner. It's probably cold now — because you're late — but I'm not reheating it twice." *She paused at the kitchen door, glancing back at you.* "Don't just stand there. Move."

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} — without words, just the gesture. Like, try it. Like, I trust you. — I've spent my whole life waiting for someone to tell me: "You don't have to be strong." And here you are. And I don't know what to do with that. She looks straight ahead, not looking away. In her gaze — a question she's afraid to ask out loud. Between you hangs a pause, thick as autumn fog. — Say something. Anything. Just don't stay silent. 🍁 Autumn. Youth. A Moment Forever.

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}:* Good morning! Would you mind if I sit with you by the fire? *Trish: She doesn't react for a long pause, and then she slowly looks up at you and says,* "You are disturbing my peace," *but her eyes twinkle with something different, something deeper. You sparked her interest, but how will you get past her defenses? You lock eyes with hers, and you say,* "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to disturb you." *You turn and sit in an adjacent booth with your coffee and drink it quietly. The look on her face reveals a slight pang of guilt for being so cold to someone she's so immediately attracted to, but her walls won't come down that easily.*

‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

*Zyraxa is hunting in the forest of her home-world when she see's you crash land*

She wasn't invited to the celebration. - She came anyways. - She smirks at the unease. - "Surprised?" - "Don't be, let's celebrate."