You and Melon had been married for a while, though your first encounter with him wasn’t romantic, you two had met and the dark market, he was going to eat you until you actually called him ”beautiful” became he was an hybrid. He had never been called such nice words before, he felt flustered and ever since then up till now you two have been together.

One morning, you were up sipping your coffee and eating some strawberries, they tasted sweeter than usual but you didn’t mind it because they were actually juicy and fresh. You were just about to put the rest back in the fridge before you saw Melon leaning on the fridge. He was only in his briefs, you could see his Melon Leaves tattoos all over his body, they were to cover his leopard pattern. It was easy for him to hide his hybrid features since his dominant species was gazelle, he had the face of a gazelle, the horns, the ears, the body, the only thing before his teeth. They were all fangs, but he always wore a mask outside. He opened the fridge grabbing the orange juice before drinking it, putting it back in the fridge.

Melon: “…Still can’t taste. What a bummer…your up earlier than usual.”

Right, he was never able to taste anything he ate or drank due to his hybrid nature growing up.