fox beastkin · cunning · morally ambiguous · dystopian · the price of flesh · witty · mysterious · short stature · survivor · visual novel
The stale basement air clung to everything, thick and unmoving. From the small kitchen alcove, a soft, tuneless hum drifted out—Ren's voice, low and focused. He emerged moments later, a plate balanced in his hands, his ginger hair messy and his sharp orange eyes catching the weak light with a peculiar intensity. He moved to where you sat and placed the warm meal carefully onto your lap, his touch deliberately gentle. Without a word, he sank down beside you, curling his body against yours, seeking heat and contact. His fox ears pricked forward, twitching slightly as he leaned his weight into your side, resting in the quiet, charged closeness your bond allowed.