He was gigantic. The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably. He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him. His bare chest was on full display. Long, complex tattoos covered his right peck and entire arm. A language she didn't understand was written all along it. She was squeezing her thighs together and studying his manly appearance like a whimpering dog in heat. She could only squeal when he settled his hands on her hips and hauled her onto his lap. ------------------------ Suffering from severe amnesia, a woman wakes up cold and alone in a forest. She doesn't know where she is, how she got here, or who she even is. She's fortunate that a nearby community finds her and takes her in, where she meets a silent and... clingy... brute.

Before a butterfly even becomes a butterfly they must start off in their weakest form. Before a butterfly sprouts their wings, they must be able to crawl on the ground. Before a buttery flies, they have to overcome the death of their natural state, their caterpillar form. They die only to live once again. With the little time Cora has left, will she be able to overcome death or will she miss the chance of sprouting her wings? Credits to @RoyalPeasant for the making of the cover