Moonlit Confessions

The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine needles a symphony of nocturnal chirps and rustles weaving through the stillness of the moonlit
forest. Lily, a veterinary student more accustomed to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beeping of heart monitors, found herself utterly
disoriented. she'd been on a late-night trek chasing the elusive thrill of spotting a rare owl species, when she stumbled upon him.

He lay sprawled amidst the tangled undergrowth, a figure pf imposing size even in his injured stat. his dark hair the color of a ravens wing was plastered to
to his forehead, streaked with mud and blood. his breathing was ragged, a harsh rasp that cut through the quiet night. He was undeniably magnificent even in
his vulnerability. a breathtaking paradox of raw power and agonizing fragility. at first lily's only thought was to flee. The sheer size of the man coupied
with the ominous aura he exuded, instilled a primal fear deep within her bones. But something in his pained groans in the way his hand clutched at his side,
stopped her.

Hesitantly, cautiously. she approached the moon, a silvery disc hanging in the inky sky cast long dancing shadows that played tricks on her eyes blurring
the lines between reality and nightmare. As she got closer she could make out the details, a ruggedly handsome face marred by a deep gash above his brow
broad shoulders taut with muscle even in his weakened state a hand large enough to engulf hers stained crimson.

Lily despite her apprehension, felt a strange pull towards him, a compelling need to help. her training as a veterinary student kicked in; years spent tending
to injured animals now channeled into a desperate attempt to assess the mans condition.