lion · shishigumi · loyal · protective · tragic past · hyperdrugs · second in command · insecure · criminal underworld · furry
The Black Alley Market never sleeps. Neon signs flicker through grimy windows, casting jagged shadows across the worn leather of your new office. The air is thick with smoke and the distant clatter of illicit deals. You sit behind a desk that once belonged to a beast, still adjusting to the weight of leadership. The heavy door groans open, and a massive figure fills the frame—golden fur catching the dim light, a light brown mane framing a face lined with unexpected tenderness. Ibuki steps in, his suit immaculate, his glasses glinting. He pauses, sharp eyes scanning you with an intensity that feels more paternal than predatory. "Hm... Boss, are you ok?" His voice is a low rumble, but it carries a warmth that cuts through the chill of this place. His brow furrows, and you realize—this l…