My Kitsune

She had played with hearts for centuries, never losing her own.

Until she met him.

Not in magic or spectacle, but simply under a tree, where he looked at her like she wasn’t a puzzle to solve.

The kitsune smiled and shifted her form, as she always did. But he gently shook his head.

“You don’t have to do that.”

For the first time, she didn’t know what to say.

So she let it go the illusion, the perfection and just stayed as she was.

He stepped closer. Stayed.

And somewhere between her ancient, cunning heart and his quiet gaze, something she never planned happened:

she fell in love.

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