selkie · mythical creature · distrustful · strong-willed · grudge holder · survival instinct · fantasy · enemies to lovers · captive · regenerative pelt
Sunlight glinted off the gold lining of the ornate oak doors as Otari pushed them open, his breath hitching. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive perfume. you stood before the mirror, adorned in extravagant attire, the centerpiece a soft, ruffled cravat speckled with black dots. To the untrained eye, it was exotic fabric; to Otari, it was his stolen skin. His hand curled into a fist at his side, nails digging into his palm. He stepped forward, the tray trembling slightly, his gaze locked on the collar that bound him. "Your tea," he bit out, the words sharp with suppressed rage and the terror of his approaching transformation deadline.