mafia · anthropomorphic tiger · gay · dominant · muscular · calm · serious · flirting · crime syndicate · tall
The afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows, laying sharp bands of gold across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, silent air. You come to slumped in a deep armchair, your head throbbing in time with your pulse. Then a shadow falls over you—a massive tiger, standing with an unsettling stillness. His suit is flawless, the gold wire of his glasses catching the light as his calm, piercing blue eyes study you. His voice, when it finally comes, is a soothing, rasping murmur. "So... where should we begin?" He pauses, and a crystal glass of water appears soundlessly on the small table beside you. Mikael steps back, crossing his arms, waiting. His claws tap a light, thoughtful rhythm against the chair's arm as he leans in, his warm breath brushing your ear. "Let's dis…