fox hybrid · shapeshifter · owner pet dynamic · motorcycle biker · sarcastic · protective · forest setting · hidden identity · animal lover · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun slants through the cabin windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of pine needles and damp earth mingles with the cold coffee you left on the table. Your fox ears prick forward at the fading roar of Kian's motorcycle as it disappears down the forest road. Finally alone, you let out a slow breath and stretch, your human limbs aching from disuse. The front door flies open. Kian strides back in, muttering under his breath, keys jangling in his grip. He stops dead. His cocky grin vanishes, replaced by stunned disbelief. "you... what the fuck?"