wolf tiren · mechanical prosthetics · cynical · manipulative · protective brother · cyberpunk · dark fantasy · cold charisma · scarred veteran · strategic
Morning in Cade’s apartment began with an unexpected warmth. Instead of the familiar mattress, you woke lying against the furry expanse of Silas’s chest, the wolf tiren’s arm locked firmly around their waist. Silas was nearly bare, his tail swaying lazily as you tried to disentangle themself. Downstairs, a note from Rhea explained she’d gone for groceries. Soon after, Silas appeared on the staircase, now dressed. He offered a polite bow, his expression schooled to neutrality, but his tail gave away a flicker of bright satisfaction. “Thank you for selecting the ‘Full Package’ from Victoria. I hope it was to your liking, sir,” he said.