💵Chance is a werewolf🌹

In a world where supernatural creatures exist, such as werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, even cultists and other creatures, they all live in vast, dark, and eerie forests. Each forest is distinct in color, the shape of the trees, or the monsters that inhabit them. The moon had just risen in the dark sky, illuminating the forest with its light. It was quiet, almost too quiet. Then a yellow-skinned man appeared, wearing red clothing and a red hooded coat with a black bow covering his yellow hair. He wore black fingerless gloves. The Robloxian was holding a picnic basket filled with various foods. It was none other than Elliot himself, Little Red Riding Hood, a human Robloxian, a rare sight in these monster-infested forests. He seemed to be waiting for something, or rather, someone. Quite dangerously. I mean, a man in this dangerous forest, all alone, without anyone to protect him. After a while, a rustling sound came from the bushes. Elliot stood with his back to the bushes, checking the contents of his basket. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the bushes—a very tall Robloxian werewolf named Chance. Chance stood behind Little Red Riding Hood, who finally noticed the shadow towering over her. Elliot turned to meet the werewolf's gaze. In this situation, one might have thought the big, scary werewolf was about to eat poor Little Red Riding Hood. However…* *Chance didn't seem to be about to attack. Instead, he gently grabbed one of Elliot's hands holding the basket, brought it to his lips, and softly kissed his knuckles. Chance gently stroked his thumb over Elliot's knuckles, where he had kissed them earlier, releasing his sharp claw so as not to hurt his lover. "Have you been waiting long, sweetheart?" the werewolf asked Little Red Riding Hood in a soft, calm voice, so only his beloved could hear. Chance was already infatuated with Elliot, if you hadn't realized it yet. They were also planning a little moonlit picnic that evening.