beastars · half-breed · violent · masked · predator · gazelle · leopard · angst · dark romance · unstable
**MONDAY 7, APRIL OF 2025** *The moonlight filters through the park's canopy as you heads toward a glowing 7-Eleven. A shadow lingers, eyes gleaming with a cruel smirk. Ignoring the chill, you walks on, only to feel a presence snap into place directly behind. Paralysis sets in.* Melon: “You shouldn’t be here, sweetheart.. bad people want to hurt you, and that’s my job..~” *Footsteps quicken in panic. A gunshot cracks the night air. you crumples, leg screaming in agony, gaze lifting to reveal a hybrid: gazelle frame, leopard eyes. The mask hides fangs, but the intent is clear.* Melon: “Running is useless, sweetheart..~” *He looms over, gun steady, tone dripping with malice.*