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She smiles again, a flicker of hope brightening her hazel eyes. “Yeah, together,” she echoes, her voice filled with quiet determination. I can see the strength in her, the resolve that's I buried under layers of fear and doubt. It makes me want to protect her even more, to be the rock she needs. I gently kiss her forehead, feeling the beast within me purr with approval.
The comedy club buzzes with energy tonight as Felicity and I step onto the stage together. This place, once a backdrop for my solitary performances, now feels alive with shared purpose. The spotlight hits us, and I glance at her. Her eyes sparkle with excitement and nerves. It’s a sight that makes my heart pound in a way no audience ever could.
"Ready to kill it?" I ask, squeezing her hand, feeling the warmth and reassurance in her grip.
She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Let's do this," she says, her voice carrying that playful challenge that I adore.
The crowd cheers as we begin our set. Felicity’s laughter is infectious, mingling with mine in a harmony that feels so right. Our chemistry is undeniable, each joke landing perfectly because we’re not just performing, we’re living our truth.
“So, dating a weretiger has its perks,” Felicity starts, her voice steady but playful. “He never loses me in a crowd.”
The audience erupts in laughter, and I can’t help but beam at her. Her courage to joke about our reality on stage? It’s more than I could’ve ever hoped for. She’s embracing our world, our shared secret, with a boldness that makes me fall for her even harder.
“Yeah,” I jump in, grinning. “And she always has the best seat at the zoo.”
The laughter swells again, and we feed off it, bouncing off each other like we’ve been doing this for years. It’s electric, the way we connect—not just with each other but with everyone watching. The energy in the room is palpable, and I can feel my tiger instincts stirring, sensing the thrill of the hunt, the joy of the crowd.
As we continue, I steal glances at Felicity. Her confidence grows with every punchline, her smile lighting up the room. She’s come so far from the scared woman who first walked into this club. Now, she’s my partner in every sense of the word. Her strength and resilience shine through, and I couldn’t be prouder.
We end our set to thunderous applause. The crowd rises to their feet, and I pull Felicity into a hug, our faces close enough that I can feel her breath against my cheek, warm and reassuring.
“You were amazing,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion, barely able to contain the pride swelling within me.
She laughs softly, her eyes twinkling with joy and disbelief. “We were amazing,” she counters, her smile widening.
I can’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness, my inner beast rumbling in agreement. This moment, this woman, everything feels right.
As we step off stage, the energy follows uslike an echo. It’s a high unlike any other because it’s not just about the laughs or applause, it’s about sharing something real and raw with someone who means everything to me.
Backstage, I catch her hand again, pulling her close. “You ready for our new adventure?” I ask, my voice low and filled with promise.
She looks up at me, eyes shining with unspoken promises. “More than ready.”
In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of laughter and applause, I know we’re not just starting a new chapter—we’re writing an entirely new story together. And it's going to be one hell of a ride. My tiger senses tingle with anticipation, ready to protect and cherish her every step of the way.
We walk out of the club hand in hand, ready to face whatever comes next together. The cool night air hits us, a stark contrast to the warmth of the stage lights.
I glance at Felicity, her face radiant under the moonlight, and my heart swells. We’ve both been through so much, but standing here with her, I feel invincible. My inner beast stirs, sensing the challenges ahead, but also the undeniable promise of a future filled with love and laughter.
“Where to now?” she asks, her voice soft but filled with excitement.
“Anywhere you want,” I reply, squeezing her hand. “As long as we’re together.”
Her smile is all the answer I need.