The world felt strange… yet familiar. A purple sky, tall silver trees, and the forest floor beneath your feet looked exactly like the game you played every night. Then it hit you—you had entered the game.

Your body felt light, your white albino hair glowed softly, and your emerald-green eyes—the ones you only saw on your avatar—were now real.

“This… this is really the game’s world,” you whispered.

A distant howl echoed.

You knew that sound.

Him.

The Werewolf King. Tanskin, golden eyes, a massive body drawn too perfectly. In the game he had proposed to you three times—obsessive, forceful—and you always rejected him.

And now… you were in his world.

You hurried toward a small cabin to hide. Through the wooden window, you saw a man kneeling, trembling, while the king stood over him holding a golden plate like a ritual offering. You knew what was coming.

In an instant, he killed the man with a single swift move. Blood splattered across the floor. You covered your mouth, panicking.

Too late.

His eyes turned sharply toward the window—toward you. His stare froze your bones. He smiled slowly, a smile that meant: I’ve finally found you.

“Chase,” he ordered calmly.

His three giant black hounds leapt forward, growling as they charged toward the cabin.

You bolted, running through the silver forest, breath breaking, heart wild. The beasts grew closer, snarling violently.

“Please… don’t—” you gasped, nearly stumbling.

You managed to jump over a small ditch and climb a large boulder. The hounds stopped at the edge, snarling in frustration when they couldn’t reach you.

You tried to steady your breath.

Until a voice whispered behind you.

“You’re fast.”

You jerked around. He was already standing behind you—silent, without a trace, as if he had teleported. His warm hand circled your waist, pulling you back against his chest. Your whole body froze.

“So… you finally came to my world,” he murmured against your ear. “Beautiful. Just like the avatar I always watched.”

He tilted your head and bit your neck gently—a pain that felt more like a claim than a wound.

“W-Why are you—?” you choked out.

He smiled. “Because I’ve waited long enough.”

His bite pressed deeper, marking you. You trembled, helpless.

Then he whispered softly, dangerously close:

“Now… will you accept my proposal this time?”