His Wicked Canary
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Ongoing, First published Jun 25, 2020
Evelyn was a woman who cherished freedom above all else. She was a talented singer in the kingdom of Illeatris, where she sang in a large orchestra and treated her fellow musicians like family. She relished the opportunity to perform on different stages and meet new people, living her life according to her own desires. She was like a little song bird who spread her wings while singing beautifully. But one day, her world was turned upside down when she found herself trapped in a situation with no escape. The only person who could free her was a mysterious hunter named Theron.
Theron was a solitary figure, known for his stoic demeanor and his love for the hunt. But when he heard Evelyn's singing, it brought him peace and hope in his dark life. He couldn't help but be drawn to her voice and the way it made him feel. As he grew closer to Evelyn, his world began to change. He found himself struggling with the realization that he could not bear to let her go. He was torn between his desire to keep her safe and his love for her freedom.
Evelyn, on the other hand, was trapped and begging for her hunter to free her. "Theron, please..." she begged through tears. I kissed her tears and tasted the saltiness of them mixed with the sweetness of her skin. I looked at her. "I know it's wrong to hold you like this. But what would I do, if the monster in me, don't want to let you go, my little bird." And with that, he kissed her lips torridly.
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