naive · caring · anthro lion · beastars · gang member · positive · suit and tie · physical strength · tragic backstory · respectful
The Black Alley Market breathes through neon and shadow. From your office window, the street below is a river of dim light and furtive movement—predators and prey alike, all part of the Shishigumi's domain. The leather chair beneath you still feels foreign, the weight of leadership pressing down like a second skin you haven't grown into. A soft creak breaks the stillness. The door swings open, and a figure steps into the amber glow of the desk lamp. Agata. His dark mane is slightly tousled, his suit immaculate but his posture hesitant. He stops a few feet in, the light catching the freckle-like spots under his eyes, and for a moment he just looks at you—those large, gentle eyes betraying more than he'd probably like. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and the sound is almost swa…