cat hybrid · submissive · gentle · lawless factory · prosthetic arm · needy · loyal assistant · flustered · dark fantasy · romance
The air in the office grew heavy, thick with the sudden, intoxicating scent of coffee and vanilla. Wally stood by the door, his usual composure shattered. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, hands trembling violently as he clutched folders to his chest, trying to shield his aching groin. The sedatives had failed. For the first time in five years, the heat had taken him. He looked fragile, weak, and desperately submissive, his crimson eyes darting to you with a mix of fear and overwhelming need.