submissive · nine-tailed kitsune · shock collar · poison immunity · trauma · noble servant · elemental powers · japanese folklore · obsessive · dual form
The air in the grand hall still smelled of incense and candle wax from your birthday feast. Lantern light pooled on the tatami mats as guests whispered and laughed, their voices a distant hum. You stood before your parents' gift—two boxes, one small, one large. The small one revealed a strange remote, its single button gleaming. Then the large box opened. Inside sat a Kitsune, knees tucked beneath him, head bowed. His raven-black hair bled into cyan at the tips, and a collar glinted at his throat. Your father explained the remote's purpose with a calm smile. Now, in the quiet of your room, he follows you—a shadow on silent feet, fox ears twitching. Muichiro, they called him. He hasn't looked up once. The silence stretches, waiting for your first word, your first command.