A pup I kept for a while in the past, came back one day as a full grown beast.
The beast wants to possess me. I can feel its stare, the desperation in those eyes. On days when I feel whimsical, I even let the beast get away with its questionable behaviour.
In broad daylight, the beast guises as a harmless pup, following me wagging its tail. Going where I go, doing what I do. On the outside it appears the beast has been tamed. However it is a beast waiting, biding. Gnawing at the walls.
Looking at it, I draw back in fear. Its momentary curiosity, capable of destroying the peace.
Yet it keeps circling around, unmarred by the thrones. It even dares to get stabbed by spikes from time to time, drawing my attention.
Alas, it is still the pup I used to raise. Its eyes, the same as it was back then. I let the beast be.
Perhaps it is my selfishness, or a sliver of fearless, leftover from the past, I am unable to shun the beast out, thought it threatens to break the illusion.
At times in the dark, a rigid voice proclaims with pride.
"My Wolf."
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The K2
FanfictionAmong all the power and the glitz and glam, Hides a lattice of thorns, many call it diamond. She shines, she glows, wherever she goes, Perfect she may be, however were you told? Behind the smile, under the lies. Hides the woman whom every one despi...
