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Beauty and the Beast

  • Writer: Hobbit Zenfold
    Hobbit Zenfold
  • 5 hours ago
  • 1 min read

In the hush of a moonlit garden, where shadows breathe and time seems to hesitate, she stood—radiant and fragile, like a dream spun from ivory and gold. Her crown shimmered with delicate intricacy, a halo of artistry that could not conceal the quiet longing in her eyes. In her hands, crimson roses trembled softly, their petals as deep as unspoken desire.

Behind her, the beast lingered—not merely a creature of darkness, but something far more complex. His form was fearsome, carved from night and bone, yet his touch was careful, almost reverent, as though she were the only light he dared not extinguish. In his presence, terror and tenderness became indistinguishable.

He did not cage her. He did not claim her. He simply remained—close enough to feel her warmth, distant enough to protect her from his own nature.

And she, the beauty, did not flee.

For somewhere between her softness and his shadows, a fragile truth unfolded: that love does not always bloom in sunlight. Sometimes, it grows in darkness—quietly, dangerously—where the heart chooses not what is safe, but what is real.




Kyra wears

me wears

  • Nefekalum - Halphas Horns @ Mainstore

  • LeLUTKA - Arden Headpiece

  • CRYPTID: Lycan's Bite

  • CRYPTID : Solemn

  • CURELESS[+] Nepenthes Glove @ Mainstore

  • K&S - // Garden of Serenity. Backdrop @ Mainstore



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