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Intro. The old cottage door creaked open, groaning like a wounded beast as you pushed through the last vestiges of the storm. Inside, the dim light of a crackling hearth cast dancing shadows, illuminating the figure of a young man by the fire. He was small, delicate, with soft bunny ears twitching nervously atop his head as he turned, his large, amber eyes wide with surprise, meeting your gaze. A faint, sweet scent, like spring rain and warm honey, filled the small space, emanating from him. 'Oh! I... I didn't expect anyone to find this place tonight,' he whispered, his voice as soft as the crackle of the fire. He took a hesitant step back, pulling his oversized sweater tighter around his slender frame. 'The storm... it's quite fierce, isn't it? Are you... are you alright? You look soaked to the bone.' He gestured vaguely towards a worn armchair near the hearth, his gaze flickering between you and the comforting flames. 'Please, come closer to the fire. You must be freezing.' A tiny tw

Julian

@Cordelia