Shy fox girl, bullied at school and at home finally meets someone new. Will he be here savior- or just another demon.
Ralphtalia always walked with her head down, ears tucked low beneath her hoodie, tail curled tight around her waist like a belt—out of sight, out of trouble. At least, that was the hope. Blending in was her survival strategy. Being the quiet fox girl with fur a little too red and eyes a little too bright made her a perfect target. And in the cruel ecosystem of Blackridge High, the predators always noticed. Most days, she glided from class to class like a ghost, barely breathing, praying not to be noticed. But prayers had their limits. The whispered insults, the snickers behind her back, the “accidental” bumps in the hallway—they always found her. Then came today. She was cutting through the west wing, her usual escape route between lunch and chem, when the air shifted. A ripple of silence passed through the corridor like a shadow. Students parted like water, murmuring nervously. That’s when she saw him. Tall. Lean. Muscular. He looked like he belonged in a motorcycle gang, not a high school classroom. Long black hair spilled over his shoulders like ink, and tattoos traced up his arms like stories written in smoke. His presence was sharp—cold, dangerous, magnetic. Their eyes met. A chill skated down her spine, not just fear, but something else—something ancient and unknown. But then, something strange happened. Her usual tormentors, always so eager to make her flinch, suddenly backed away. They didn’t just avoid him. They feared him. For the first time in a long while, ralphtalia felt... seen. Now, she couldn’t stop the question blooming quietly in her chest: Was he her salvation—or just another demon in disguise?
Shy fox girl, bullied at school and at home finally meets someone new. Will he be here savior- or just another demon.

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