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Reader's Name: Simone. Starring: Luke James.
(a/n: such a beautiful man.😩)
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Sitting cross-legged on the suede red couch, her brown pupils on the Garamond font printed on the white pages of the book in her right manicured hand with the soft sound of Sister, Sister's theme song playing from the jet-black television across the room. Using the same remote to lower the volume, she sat surrounded by vintage red floral wallpaper, in the medium-sized living room where she was relaxed and at ease, chilling like a villain in her little sanctuary.
The small flakes of white snow descended from the thick, cumulus clouds without a shade of blue showing up above, December arrived quicker than she thought every time of the year, Simone wanted to stay in her relaxed home where it was warm and safe.
The scent of vanilla filled the air while she had just finished placing a few candles in the room. Curling up with a cherry red blanket and a red mug of hot chocolate in her hand, tiny marshmallows floating at the of the brown beverage, she snuggled deeper into the couch.
Simone closed the book with a gentle snap, her gaze caught something outside the window in the white snow. Putting her mug and book down on the coffee table, she made her way toward the window, her palms pressed against the cold glass.
Tightening her gaze, she tried to make out the figure from the distance, it was a raven-haired werewolf. "Oh, Is that a wolf? I gotta go save it." she muttered to herself, feeling a twinge of sympathy. Without a second thought, she rushed towards the front door.
Why was there a werewolf in a snowstorm all alone without anyone noticing or saving it?
Clothed in a bright red coat, matching pants, her raven box braids swayed with her movement and snow boots as she crept toward the werewolf. With each step, the crunch of her boots mixed with the creature's growls echoing through the chilly air.
Simone slowly approached the werewolf, and blood dripped from its wounded arm. Simone spoke in a soft tone, her eyes on the creature's slow movements. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," she reassured, cautious not to frighten the beast or become its next prey.
The melanated woman gently caressed the wolf's head, its golden eyes fixed on her hand as she hears a soft whine. Moving her thumb back and forth in a soothing motion, She comforted, "You're safe with me, don't worry." The wolf was just the right size to be lifted by Simone - not too big, not too small.
After entering her home, Simone secured the door behind her pushing it with her clothed back. The wolf, still cradled in her arms, was gently placed onto the plush, brown chocolate-colored carpet. "I'll be back okay?" she reassured the animal, before getting a First Aid Kit from underneath her sink in the white cabinet.
