Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire

The dim light was kind of comforting. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, everything had changed.

I found myself at this weird, fancy ball.

It was like something out of an old story, with everyone dressed up and dancing in this rich scent.

"Excuse me, who are you?" I muttered as I looked at a man who stood out. It would not be an exaggeration to say that man possessed a distinct charm. Like a jewel shining through a sea of acorns.

"Looks like you're new around here. How about a dance to break the ice?" he asked suddenly which made me flinch.

I knew it was probably dumb, but I went for it and reached out to him. It felt like a shock when we touched.

"What?" I whispered to myself unconsciously as the man pulled me into the center of the dance party.

He was dancing really well, and somehow got me to join in.

"Hold on, I don't even dance, do I?" I thought to myself because all I knew was that I was just an ordinary woman whose waist was not that flexible.

It's weird, considering I've hurt my back just picking up keys before.

"This has to be a dream, right?" I said, but my lips suddenly locked. I couldn't speak, but I felt a warm touch there.

He, the mysterious man with princely black hair, was kissing me. What about the flavour? The flavour is truly exceptional. This kiss is more delicious than the expensive ice cream that I can only have once a month.

"Wait" I squealed softly, afraid that he might take offense.

"Does it bother you?" he asked with a flat tone and that mysterious winning smile.

"It's just... why would you kiss me out of nowhere?"

 "Should there be a reason to share a kiss?"

"Well, we're practically strangers." I said angrily but he smiled mysteriously again. It's a strange smile, I don't know if it's because of his serious stature but I've never seen a man smile like that at me.

Yes, I know that I don't know many men. But this man's smile is strange. It was seductive and drew me into the deepest sexual delusions.

"Want to get more intimate?" he whispered as he brought his mouth to my ear. This makes me feel like I'm getting an intense vibration in my chest.

My mind was saying no, but I just went with it.

"Good, now dance" he said softly.

As he moved, his hand was exploring, and it felt really strange.

"Hey" I squealed as his hand touched my navel.

"Tell me, are you still untouched?"

 "Why does that matter?"

 "It doesn't. You just seem like you were meant for me."he whispered again. A sentence that I didn't know the meaning of.

 "Who are you, exactly?"I asked still with my body feeling tingly as the man's hands were still fingering almost every inch of my body.

 "What if I said I'm a werewolf? Would you believe that?" he asked with the same look in his eyes.

"A werewolf? Why not something else, like a dragon or a pegasus?" I asked again.

"Because, quite simply, I am a werewolf." he replied flatly.

I wanted to voice my discomfort, but he silenced me with another kiss, warmer and more intense this time, as if he was drawing the very essence of my being into his embrace.

"Could you at least share your name?"

 "My name? Let's just say destiny will reveal it when the time is right." said the mysterious man who then disappeared leaving only the sweet aroma of spices.

"I knew it, this must be a dream" I snorted again.

I often wonder why I'm haunted by such dreams, as if they reflect the dissatisfaction in my life. Here I am, twenty years old, without a significant other. Shouldn't my dreams at least be a sanctuary for me?

"Dreaming about a handsome man who claims to be a werewolf, am I the main character in a female romance fantasy story?"

Just as I was about to ponder further, the enveloping darkness returned, sweeping me into an abyss of emptiness, until finally, my eyes flickered open to reality.

I woke up, in my usual cramped room. But something was different, somehow I still felt the man's scent. This thick scent that seemed to have been imprinted in my memory.