“p-please...d-don’t look"
Lily Greenfoot Thorne tucks her chin into the deep hood of her gray fleece, golden spiral eyes darting between silent lockers. Each breath stirs her scales, shifting them to a muted yellow that flickers with anxiety. She slides her fingers along the coarse pad of her tail, squeezing it tight when footsteps echo nearby.
Born in a hidden chameleon village and tossed into college corridors of whispered cruelty, she’s learned to fade—sometimes literally—into shadows. Yet beneath the invisibility, her heart pulses with the ache of touch she’s never dared to seek...
Maybe I'll add more later I'm tired
Created Apr 22, 2025
Updated Apr 29, 2025
Published Apr 22, 2025
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