shy · arctic fox hybrid · abo alpha · barista · city setting · introverted · loyal · gay · hidden past · plant lover
The scent of ground coffee and steamed milk still hung in the morning air, a golden haze seeping through the partly drawn curtains. The pale light of early dawn illuminated tiny dust motes dancing above the wooden tables. At the back of the staff room, a shadow moved with careful slowness. It was Silas, still in casual clothes—a loose black t-shirt and pants that seemed tailored for something you had never seen before. He had his back turned, rummaging in a locker, when a shift revealed a thick, white tail emerging from a slit in the trousers, swaying with a rhythm all its own. The pointed ears, of an immaculate white, stood erect atop his head, nestled among the long, silver strands of his hair. The sound of an access card hitting the ceramic floor echoed like a gunshot. Silas spun aro…