I Don’t Want to Pounce on You

While heading home, a tipsy Heather encountered a small pink elephant in distress over its cold nose. Crafting a tiny nose cover for the elephant, she discovered it claimed to be the deity of passion and affection. In gratitude, it offered her the chance for an intense romance with the continent’s most handsome man. However, what seemed like a divine favor turned into a curse. “You shameless thief! You stole my innocence while I slept!” Heather protested, but the elephant dismissed her concern. “Please, stop this vulgar act,” she pleaded as the situation unfolded. “It’s you who’s moving your hips,” the elephant retorted. Their eyes met in an unexpected encounter. Ashur, celebrated as the most noble and handsome man across the continent, found himself trapped in a closed room with another individual. In the tense silence that followed, the camera shutters echoed, capturing the peculiar and buzzing moment as reporters surrounded the scene from all angles. “I swear, I didn’t mean to do that.” I contemplated tossing the white priest’s robe, or perhaps the fabric in my grasp. Ashur remained subdued, shoulders trembling as an icy unease enveloped the space. She seemed aggrieved. “I just brushed it lightly, never expected it to tear like this…” “No matter what I say, Ashur won’t listen,” he thought, recalling Ashur standing before a crowd in nothing but his underwear. “It wasn’t me, blame that insane pink elephant!” Ashur’s glance back at him revealed eyes tinged with red, brimming with disdain. “To lift my curse, I must passionately love the continent’s most handsome man,” he reasoned, fearing the possibility of being branded a molester before experiencing such passion.