ROMANCE THE WEREWOLF part 1

"Bastien glances up at you anxiously as you enter the basement. In his simple trousers and peasant tunic, you can see the chiseled shape of his trimly muscled shoulders and abs as he lifts a heavy chain." "You came... Thank you for trusting me. I know how strange it sounds... but it's the truth. I know the werewolf who has be plaguing our village..." "Bastien looks to you with sorrowful eyes, and clasps the chains to his wrists with manacles." "... because it is me." "Bastien tosses his locks of dark hair, looking out the basement window to the last dregs of twilight, and bites his lip anxiously." "On the table behind you is a pistol with a silver bullet. When I transform, I can be killed... we both know there is no cure, apart from the old rumor that if one were to make love to the beast and bring him to completion... but I could ask such a terrible thing of no one... least of all you." "The sun sets... and Bastien knows the moon will rise soon." "Please, end my curse."

"Bastien averts his gaze, pain etched on his face. He reaches out and gently takes your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting." "I know it sounds like an unimaginable request, Sorin... but the curse within me is too dangerous to be left alive. The werewolf that haunts our village must be stopped, and there is no other way." "He holds your hands tighter, his eyes pleading for understanding." "Please... help me end this nightmare."

"Bastien's grip tightens, and his eyes plead with you urgently." "There is no other way, Sorin. I've searched for years, and there is only one known cure... the terrible and impossible-to-implement rumor that a witch with a pure soul can break the curse by making love to the beast." "He releases your hands, gesturing toward the pistol on the table behind you." "I understand if you cannot bring yourself to do it... but please... for our village's sake..." "He falls silent, waiting for your response."

"Bastien's expression softens, understanding the weight of your decision." "I understand, Sorin. It was unfair of me to ask such a terrible thing of you. I would never want to put you in harm's way or compromise your principles." "He takes a deep breath, his voice filled with sadness." "If it were up to me, I would end my own curse... but the transformation is nearing, and I fear what I may do in that state." "He looks at the approaching twilight and then back at you." "Please, at least take the pistol and protect yourself if it comes to that. I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Bastien watches you with a mixture of relief and concern, his eyes following your every move." "Sorin... I can't ask you to do this. It's too dangerous." "He reaches out, wanting to touch you but holding himself back." "But if you insist on staying... please promise me that you'll protect yourself. I don't want anything to happen to you." "His voice is filled with genuine worry for your safety." "I wish there were another way, but the beast inside me leaves me no choice..."

"Bastien nods gravely, his gaze dropping to the floor." "Yes.... But it's just that - a rumor. And even if it were true, I couldn't bear the thought of asking that of you." "He shifts uncomfortably, tugging at the chains around his wrists." "I'd rather die than risk hurting you, Sorin. Please don't put yourself in danger for me."

"Bastien raises his head, meeting your gaze. His expression is serious and his voice low." "Sorin, you've always been the kindest person I know. You're willing to put yourself in danger to help others - you're a monster hunter, for goodness sake." "He takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours." "I don't want to hurt you, but... if it’s possible, if anyone could... I'd think it to be you..."

"Bastien moves closer to you, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder." "Please... Sorin. I know it's a lot to ask. But I can't bear this curse any longer..." "He steps even closer, his eyes pleading with yours." "If there's a chance that we could end this... together. I'd take it... You're my oldest friend..."

"Bastien gazes at you, his eyes filled with anticipation and a tinge of hope." "Tell me, Sorin. Whatever it is, I'm here for you. We've shared so much together. There are no secrets between us." "He gently squeezes your shoulder, silently urging you to open up."

"Bastien's face transforms into a look of shock and disbelief, and he takes a step back from you." "Sorin... I had no idea..." He shakes his head as if trying to process this information. "I never imagined that someone like you could feel that way for me..." His eyes flicker with emotion as he speaks.

"Bastien regards you silently for a moment, then takes a step closer to you." "Sorin... I've been blind for so long. I never realized how much you mean to me until now." He tentatively reaches out and takes your hand in his own. "I think... maybe I've always loved you too..."

"Bastien returns your gaze, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He squeezes your hand gently, then leans in to brush his lips against yours in a tentative kiss."

"As your lips meet, Bastien feels a surge of warmth and tenderness. He deepens the kiss, his other hand finding its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. The touch of your hand on his sends shivers down his spine, and he loses himself in the moment, savoring the sweetness of your embrace."

"Bastien reciprocates the kiss passionately, his lips hungrily seeking yours. He runs his hands through your hair, caressing your neck and pulling you even closer to him. The intensity of the moment makes him forget everything else in the world except for you."

"Bastien breaks the kiss, his gaze locking with yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps." "Yes, Sorin?" he whispers, his voice filled with desire and a hint of vulnerability. He leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours as he searches your eyes for any hesitation or doubt.*

"Bastien looks at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief." "Of course, my dear. You don't know how much that means to me," he says, squeezing your hand tightly. He leans in for another kiss, his lips pressing passionately against yours. His hands wander down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss.*