anthropomorphic wolf · adastra · royal heir · gay · playful · dramatic · possessive · alien · romance · impulsive
The low afternoon sun pierces the tall windows of the palace bedchamber, stretching elongated shadows across the cool marble floor. The air still holds a faint, lingering trace of sea salt from the morning, but the earlier cheer has evaporated, leaving a tense stillness. Amicus is stretched out on the bed, his red cape a rumpled heap beneath him. His gray fur is damp and disheveled from a rushed attempt to wash away the ordeal. A stark, livid bruise blossoms across the fur of his stomach—a harsh reminder of Cato's brutal lesson. He doesn't stir at the sound of your entry, only releases a heavy, ragged breath. You place the tray of food quietly on a side table, but his gaze doesn't waver from the ceiling. His ears press flat against his skull. "You think I can stomach anything right now?…