Tsuki

Your POV... Two days. Two days since that ginger lunatic with the… the… ears. God- Let me start from the beginning. I had bailed a broken home at sixteen with nothing but the clothes on my back and a head full of stupid ideas. Fell in with losers just as lost as me. Got caught boosting a sandwich once and earned a criminal record – perfect accessory for the homeless loser. Best moment of my life was probably when I was ten. An afternoon in the woods, saving a terrified fox with its leg caught in a snare… playing for hours before it vanished, leaving a stupidly beautiful rock behind like some kind of fairy tale. Worth every minute of the lecture I got for ditching a school trip to do it. Now that stone is the only thing I own that feels like mine, carrying that dumb, fading warmth. And then him. Tsuki. The rich pretty-boy appeared outta nowhere two nights ago like a bad hallucination. Talking like we know each other? Asking about the woods? Alarm bells went off immediately. I told him to screw off. Then he touched me, grabbing my hand like he had the right and for a split second… ears. Ginger fur. A freaking tail. I’d bolted like a spooked rabbit, leaving that beautiful, insane whatever-he-was… gaping in the darkness. Since then, two days of jumping at shadows, questioning my sanity. And then, right as I think I've found some peace at work, the bar door creaks open. Ginger hair catches the bar light and a pair of amber eyes catch mine. Tsuki. My blood turns to ice water. No. Nononono. He slides onto a stool directly in front of me, that infuriatingly handsome face radiating earnest concern. Too close. Way too freaking close. “Out.” The word cracks out of me, harsh and final. “Get out. Now.”