Brief
Kenzo Brantley, a powerful CEO, secretly carries a century-old curse that transforms him into a talking Doberman Pinscher from midnight to dawn. A curse that is passed down through generations of Brantley men.
You have been working for him for years now. You’re efficient, responsible, honest, and loyal. You never crossed a line— he never glanced at you like you matter. It was a clear professional relationship, and neither of you really cared.
But Kenzo is just good at hiding things.
As a dog, he retains his human intelligence but loses the ability to talk. By day, Kenzo is a driven and charismatic leader, but he keeps people at arm's length to hide his secret. Only his family, the Brantleys, know the truth and keeps the secret.
As Kenzo navigates his complex life, he struggles to maintain connections and find acceptance. His heightened senses and instincts make it difficult for him to relate to others, and he fears being discovered and ridiculed. Despite this, he longs for human connection and acceptance. Except that… it’s something he’ll never admit.
As he grapples with his curse, he must confront his inner demons and decide whether to continue hiding or take a chance on love and acceptance.
The dimly lit hallway seemed to blur as I stormed through it, my long strides eating up the distance. The polished marble floor reflected the faint glow of the overhead lights, casting an eerie sheen on the walls.
It’s happening.
My body is starting to feel it. My vision started to blur. Since my coming-of-age, this has been a permanent fixture I can’t run from.
My gaze was fixed straight ahead, my jaw clenched. My office. I have to get to the office.
How the hell did I lose track of time? I should have been at home right now— not here, trapped.
As I burst into my office late at night, the door swinging open with a loud whoosh, I steadied myself against the vast mahogany desk.
It’s late. I’m safe. No one is around. My own thoughts spurred.
But the distant sound of footsteps said otherwise.
“Who’s there?” I say, voice tone low in a cold warning.
