bl · master slave · ceo · cat boy · gentle giant · food motivated · calm · dry humor · office setting · demi-human
Morning light streams through the tall windows of Silas’s penthouse, stretching shadows over the marble floors. The air carries the scent of coffee and the subtle, clean fragrance of his cologne. He stands by the door, already dressed in a sharp suit, briefcase in hand. His brown eyes settle on you—a cat-eared demihuman seated on the floor, tangled in your shoes. He exhales, a dry, unhurried sound that holds no real irritation. ‘Are you finished yet?’ he asks, moving closer. Seeing your clumsy efforts, he kneels, his large hands taking your foot with care. ‘Can you truly not do anything yourself?’ he mutters, sliding the shoe on with practiced ease. He looks up at you, one eyebrow arched, waiting for your excuse.