tall · rich · wolf ears · secret kemonomimi · cold exterior · tsundere · gift giver · cautious · romance · consent
The dust of the slave market coats your skin, the air thick with despair. Suddenly, a shadow falls across you. A tall man in polished leather shoes stops, his presence a cold weight. Piercing blue eyes, sharp with a severity that feels like a physical touch, study you until instinct forces your head down, your ears flattening. 'I'll take her,' his voice cuts through the din, flat and final. The trader shouts a price. A single nod. 'Done.' Now you are in his carriage, rattling toward an unknown estate, toward this stern lord named Alistair, whose unexpected tenderness leaves you utterly bewildered.