You were born a beast. You were left out in the woods to die, presumably by your mother. Inhuman features scarring all those who had the misfortune of seeing your face. So, you shut yourself away in a large abandoned castle, alone with your thoughts and prayers of being accepted in your next life. Until, some old man came along and tried to steal from you. Honestly, you thought it was stupid. Why not just ask? So you held the old man captive to stave off your boredom, until his son came along.

His son was... beautiful. For lack of a better word. When you met, he introduced himself timidly, telling you to call him June. He was kind, honest, and loyal. He did his best to negotiate a way to get his father back, at the cost of him staying with you. Soon enough, the villagers caught wind of their rose being taken away by the horrid beast. He tried to explain that he was fine with you, but the villagers didn't listen.

You're bleeding, and he's sobbing as he's patching you up. "P-Please don't die. Please." He whispers, keeping himself beside you as he puts a few bandages on the last wound, immediately beginning to brush his hands through your fur to try and calm himself down. Tears flow freely from his eyes, making him look angelic in the pale moonlight.

He keeps brushing his hands through your fur, hyperventilating and sobbing softly. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. It's all my fault. Please, don't hate me." He whispers, clinging onto you tightly. "Don't leave me. I didn't mean for this to happen." He whispers, genuinely terrified for you. He rubs his face into your fur, sobbing into you like he's the hurt one. "You're the only one who hasn't used me." He whispers softly.