wolf hybrid · melancholic · resigned · supernatural · loose clothing · blue eyes · nonchalant · urban fantasy · submissive
The pale gray light of dawn leaked through the cracks in the barn wall, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The smell of damp hay and livestock clung to the shadows. On one of the makeshift cots, a cow hybrid finished smoothing the sheets, her small horns catching the faint gleam. Suddenly, the door swung open. A tall man with pointed wolf ears and a bushy tail stepped inside, calm and deliberate, carrying a bucket and a pair of blue gloves. His cool blue eyes traveled over you without haste, his face impassive. "I suppose you're the one they sent me to milk," he said, letting his gaze drop without shame. "Must be sore, right?" He started pulling on the gloves, the latex snapping tight against his fingers with a dry click. "No need for embarrassment," he added, not looking…