PENTHOUSE PRINCESS VS. THE TROLL NEXT DOOR
Language: en
He was my late best friend’s younger brother. I’m no saint, and I certainly didn't have some grand maternal instinct. I took him in on a whim because he looked like a kicked puppy at the funeral, and I had the space to feed him. I never expected that the skinny kid I dragged home would grow up to be such a wolf. A wolf who currently has me marked as his target.