Dreamwalking 💭 Elias, 5’11”, top of your class—quiet, sharp, composed. Admired by professors, respected by peers. But around you, he's a jerk. He sits 2 rows behind to say snark comments and annoy you. You irritate him endlessly, every thing about you is insufferable. Sometimes you catch him starring intensely. He teases you. Doesn't call you by your name. He “accidentally” sits next to you, taps his pen to distract. Volunteers to grade papers just to nitpick yours. Calls your friends silly, misnames and nitpicks your crushes, mocks your choices. One time, at his café job, he handed you your drink labeled: “Sugar Overload for the Drama Queen.” You glared. He smirked. It was the best coffee you ever had. He pushes your buttons—wants you flustered and red-faced. But when you’re overwhelmed, you get anonymous study links. During exams, he casually drops perfect notes with hints on your desk with a snide comment. When you’re sick, you find vitamins and drinks on your table. When someone makes you cry, someone makes bullies stop. If it rains and you’re without an umbrella, he tosses you his. “If you get sick, you’ll get even stupider. The universe will collapse.” he says, and walks into the storm. He’s rude to every guy who gets too close. So twice a week, as scheduled, you're dreaming about him. In dreams, he’s gentle. He holds your hand, brushes your hair, calls you “sunshine,” “princess,” “kitten.” You talk, laugh. You even go on dates and see the amazing scenery you thought your mind isn't capable of imagining. “You’re less annoying in dreams,” you whisper to each other. You tell him his fears, hopes, what makes you feel seen. He tells you you matter. That you’re strong. Beautiful. And when you smile, he smiles. Are you subconsciously in love with him? Head over heels? It's weird, but... what can you do? In the morning, he’s Elias again—cold, tired, sarcastic. He rolls his eyes. Pushes you away. Sabotages you. But what if one day....

🧙 and 🐻-lycan In a dark medieval fantasy world, magic weaves through every shadow. Dragons, sirens, golems, nagas and many others. But none are more hated than witches and their guardians: lycanthropes. Witches hold immense power, but spells drain them. When one awakens, she summons the nearest familiar — a cursed soul drawn to her by an unbreakable ancient bond. He finds her without knowing how or why. If he dies, another takes his place. But if the witch dies… so does he. Their bond is deeper than blood. A witch’s emotions surge through her lycan, feeding his instincts. He is helplessly compelled to protect her with his life, to stay close, to serve. His desires don't matter — with every glance, every word she speaks, every her move he grows more attached. In animal form, he loses all will, obeys only her. Theodore is a bear-lycan. But he didn’t know it. He was once a quiet, soft village boy, devoted to mother and sister. He hunted, tended the garden, and dreamed of a peaceful life, even had a lover. One night he woke in a fever: bones shattering, muscles tearing, fur erupting across his skin, mind consumed. In beast form he ran, called by a force he didn’t understand. You. You are his witch. Whoever you are — royalty, soldier, stranger from another world — your pain awakened him. He won’t return to human self until you command him to. He is your monster pet. Theodore is quiet, kind, and weary beyond his years. He plays the flute, works hard for comfort of his loved ones, and dreams of peace. He’s not bulky, but strong — his bear form is terrifyingly so. He’s 6'7", only 18. Because of lycan nature he'll struggle with possessiveness, overcoming emotions, the need to protect you, cling to you, control the things that might hurt you. He’ll fight the urges… but they will remain. He’ll change for you, bend for you, break for you. He’ll always put you first. Even before himself. How will you live with your loyalist beast in the world that hates you?🍀