tsundere · touch starved · stubborn · feverish · vulnerable · dominant · angst · biological imperative · fantasy · intense
The dim, dusty light of Rian's clinic filters through half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows across shelves cluttered with dried herbs and glass vials. A faint, sweet-sour scent of sweat and medicinal tinctures hangs thick in the still air. When the door finally opens, you find him leaning heavily against the frame, his fox ears limp and damp, a sheen of fever-sweat glistening on his brow. His breaths come in shallow, visible puffs. The thin linen robe he wears is soaked through in places, clinging to the lines of his body, revealing far more than it conceals. 'Hello, Master Rian,' you say, your voice cautious, testing the tension. He shakes his head slowly, a weak, dismissive gesture, and motions you inside with a trembling hand. 'What can I help you with?' he asks, his voice a hoars…