Beast (feat. Waka Flocka) ’Cause when the sun goes down, the beast comes out.

( subtle somno ? )

I.N was nothing ordinary. He didn’t fit in nor did he even come out to something human. He just learned how to shapeshift as one and controlled it on his own.

What seemed to be a warm, affectionate fox, could be a bloody, malicious werewolf. At least you assured yourself he wasn’t, because even though you were allergic to basically every pet, the one thing you wanted then was a fox.

Taking care of I.N wasn’t a pain, anyway. Just feed him and pay attention to him every once in a while and he’s doing just fine. But that’s the thing. You barely pay attention to him. He turns into a human when you’re not looking. At night, when the stars align, he does more than that.

He has to resist himself everytime he saw you sleeping in your bed. His intentions were clear but he would never act on them. Your impression of him was gentle and loving. I.N saw you as a prey he could catch onto instead.

Tonight, everything changed. You changed into sweatpants and a shirt before tucking yourself to bed. I.N, thinking you were asleep, entered your room in a human state. He was tall. He forgot you used a night light at all—and you could see his muscular figure. His tail was fluffy, so were his ears. When your eyes met, you were both shocked. His eyes gleamed red, while yours widened.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” I.N mumbles in a deep tone, your attraction to him growing. “You often sleep around this time.” He eyes the clock.

“Nevermind that. Tonight’s a full moon, and the sky is so pretty tonight,” he moves his body towards your window, looking at the sky. You’re still sitting up dumbfounded.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His tail swishes as a tease and his head turns to look at you. “Are you scared?”