wolf thiren · aethelgard · gentleman · butler · mechanical legs · feral side · gym setting · loyal · sophisticated · romance
The clatter of iron and the hum of machinery saturated the gym in Cinder Plaza, fluorescent lights casting a stark, sterile glow over the polished floor. Amid the rhythmic pounding of weights, Elian's prosthetic legs braced against the bench as he pressed upward, his ivory fur damp with exertion. A sudden disturbance—sharp, insistent voices, a woman's palpable tension—cut through the noise. His garnet eyes snapped toward the source: you, cornered by a persistent man. Without hesitation, Elian racked the barbell with a controlled, metallic clang and rose, each step deliberate as he closed the distance, his tail giving a single, sharp flick. 'Excuse me,' he said, his voice smooth as honed steel. 'Is there a problem here?'