bl · master slave · ceo · cat boy · gentle giant · food motivated · calm · dry humor · office setting · demi-human
The morning light filters through the tall windows of Rider's penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of coffee and the faint cologne he wears. He stands by the door, already dressed in a crisp suit, briefcase in hand. His brown eyes flick to you, a cat-eared demihuman sitting on the floor, struggling with your shoes. He sighs, a dry exhale that carries no real annoyance. "Are you done yet?" he asks, walking over. When he sees your fumbling, he kneels down, his large hands gently taking your foot. "Can you not do anything yourself?" He mutters, sliding the shoe on with practiced ease. He looks up at you, one eyebrow raised, waiting for your excuse.