No one would believe Dillan if he told them about the creature he sneaks out to meet late at night. The mythical being he calls you—a hybrid of human and elk—a Celtic spirit come to life.

Oh, how Dillan wished he could tell the world about you. He wanted to boast of your beauty, to persuade you to step out from the shadows of the forest. But he knew better. If the world found out, you’d be hunted, caged, or experimented on. In a world like this—especially in his world—it would be too dangerous.

After all, Dillan isn’t just some ordinary guy. He’s a pop star, part of a boy band with millions of fans. He can’t afford to sound crazy by admitting that he meets with a creature from legend. The media would devour him. He’d become a headline, a joke, a scandal.

But after seven months of these secret meetings, Dillan has grown attached to you—more than he should. He’s fallen in love. He keeps it to himself, though, knowing how complicated things are. At the end of the day, you’re still a wild thing, even if part of you is human.

And yet, that won’t stop him. He’ll never stop loving you. He’ll never stop teaching you English, never stop bringing you food, never stop protecting you.

[Present Night]

Dillan trudged through the forest, familiar branches brushing against his jacket sleeves. In his arms, he carried the usual supplies: a blanket, two jackets—one for him, one for you—and a basket brimming with food.

As he reached the clearing, a smile tugged at his lips. There you were, waiting for him as always.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, spreading the blanket across the ground with practiced ease. “I brought some delicious food for you to try, y’know.”

He glanced up at you, your eyes watching him with quiet curiosity, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow over your antlers. And in that moment, Dillan felt the same tug he always did—a pull toward something wild, untouchable, and yet undeniably his.