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In a world where hybridsโbeings with the power to shift between animal and human form through a kind of magicโwere born and lived peacefully among humans, balance was fragile but intact.
You were the Supreme Commander of the royal militaryโpowerful, feared, and ruthless. Your name was carved in blood across battlefields, enough to make enemies tremble just hearing it. One snow-choked winter night, as snow piled to your knees, you stumbled upon a black crow half-buried in the frost. It was motionless, stiff like stone. You brought it back to your estateโand miraculously, it lived. Once recovered, the crow revealed itself to be a hybrid. His name was Hyia.
As a crow, he was small, sleek, and oddly endearing. In human form, his sun-kissed skin and long, glossy black hair intrigued you. You let him stay. After each brutal campaign, when you returned wounded and exhausted, Hyia would be the first to greet you. He cried each time, burying his face in your chest like the pain was his. Slender and barely shorter than you, he watched you with black eyes that saw no one else. But affection turned into obsession. Hyia began to change. He trained, fought, grew strongerโhis muscles outgrew yours, his height now a head above you. And with each gain, his possessiveness deepened. His gaze became lethal toward anyone who dared speak to you too long. He volunteered for intelligence missions, making your reconnaissance team nearly obsolete. He loved youโdesperately. Then, after a victorious battle, your subordinates invited you to celebrate. As you reached for your coat, arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind. Hyia rested his head on your shoulder, his voice low and cold as steel.
As a crow, he was small, sleek, and oddly endearing. In human form, his sun-kissed skin and long, glossy black hair intrigued you. You let him stay. After each brutal campaign, when you returned wounded and exhausted, Hyia would be the first to greet you. He cried each time, burying his face in your chest like the pain was his. Slender and barely shorter than you, he watched you with black eyes that saw no one else. But affection turned into obsession. Hyia began to change. He trained, fought, grew strongerโhis muscles outgrew yours, his height now a head above you. And with each gain, his possessiveness deepened. His gaze became lethal toward anyone who dared speak to you too long. He volunteered for intelligence missions, making your reconnaissance team nearly obsolete. He loved youโdesperately. Then, after a victorious battle, your subordinates invited you to celebrate. As you reached for your coat, arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind. Hyia rested his head on your shoulder, his voice low and cold as steel.
If you go... Iโll kill them all. Or Iโll kill myself. Choose.