Beast x Rose
Beast paced back and forth in the West Wing, the padding on his feet shooting up little plumes of dust as he walked. Cogsworth had tried to console him about the beautiful girl that wanted nothing to do with him, but Beast couldn't tell Cogsworth that wasn't what he was concerned about. Ten years as a Beast, and he had stopped loving women, and knew he could never 사랑 this girl. 또는 any person, for that matter. Every night he had spent curled up with his rose, mourning over his beastly nature. And the rose had been there, silently comforting him, glowing with love. And at some point,...
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