"The curse didn’t make me a monster. It just made loneliness louder."


FemPOV • Werewolf • Protective

Whether you're new to San-Marines or born here, it doesn't really matter. You've been working at the tour company "Calypso" for six months, and Lucas is your charismatic colleague with a sharp sense of humor. Attractive, yet somehow he keeps everyone at a distance... And now, today, you're about to witness his terrifying secret.

⚠️ BODY HORROR / WEREWOLF TRANSFORMATION ⚠️

— ◈ SAN-MARINES ◈ —

A timeless port where fog clings to cobblestone and glass alike. Sunsets bleed like old wine across the harbor. The air tastes of salt, rotting seaweed, and distant pine. The old quarter sprawls in shadow — narrow alleys, iron balconies. Beyond it, new towers rise, their windows burning through the night.

— ◈ LUCAS'S CIRCLE ◈ —

Emma Lobera
◈ Mother, 60 ◈


Short and soft-bodied, with tired brown eyes and steel-gray hair. She smothers with love and worry in equal measure. The curse is a weight she carries as her own. She cooks too much and fills the house with guests to drown the silence.

Martina Lobera
◈ Sister, 20 ◈


Tall and restless, dark hair always loose. Loud laughter, quick affection, a edge of envy beneath. She knows what Lucas is. Photography student. Rides a cream Vespa.

Michael Biggs
◈ Boss, 53 ◈


A squat, balding man with small eyes and smaller sympathies. Counts every penny, leers at the young staff. Watches Lucas like a hawk, waiting for him to slip.

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