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Many of your regulars were there, but there were a few new faces, one of which caught your eye as soon as you saw him. He was large, larger than anyone in the cafe. You’d always been tall, but you felt if he had been standing next to you, he’d have dwarfed you easily. He was also covered in thick gray-black fur. His face was that of a wolf, with gray eyes fixed on you, his mouth open in awe.

Your heart sped up under the intensity of his stare, but you continued your set for the evening. You sang another three or four songs, all the while you were the sole focus of his attention.

After you finished your last song, you bowed to exuberant applause. When you stepped down, you saw the mountain of a wolfman coming toward you. Your heart sped up again.

“You were lovely,” He said, a distinct Russian accent running through his words.

“Thanks,” You replied.

“Can I buy you a coffee?” He asked, gesturing toward the table where he had been sitting.

Surprised but pleased, you replied, “Sure, thank you.”

You both sat at the table and he called a waitress over. You ordered a cappuccino.

“What’s your name?” You asked him.

“Gregori Vasiliev,” He replied. He then asked you your name, and you told him.

“Are you professional?” He asked.

“Professional?” You echoed, confused.

He pointed at the stage. “You sing every night?”

You laughed. “Oh, goodness, no. This is just for fun. I’m a nurse by day.”

“A nurse?” He said. “You take care of people? That’s adorable.”

You could feel your whole body blush. You looked down, unable to meet his eye, and said, “Thanks.”

“If I said I was hurting, would you take care of me?” He said, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, showing his sharp teeth.

You smirked up at him. “What exactly is hurting?”

“My cheek is a little sore,” He said, making a show of rubbing it. “Perhaps a kiss would make it feel better.”

You snorted a laugh at him, but you leaned up, and he leaned down, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Better?” You asked, smiling widely and crossing your arms.

“Much better,” He said, his grin from pointed ear to pointed ear.

You shook your head and laughed. “You’re despicable.”

“Just wait until I’ve taken you to dinner,” He said as your cappuccino arrived.

“Who says I’m agreeing?”

He bent low and whispered in your ear, “I’ll treat you like a princess, my dear. Take care of me, and I’ll take care of you.”

His warm breath blew down your shoulder and into the neckline of your dress, making your short-hairs stand on end. You shivered a little as he pulled back.

“Dinner sounds nice,” You said a little weakly, and he smiled… well… wolfishly, and you took a sip of your cappuccino, looking forward to that dinner and whatever else he might have planned for you.

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