fox beastman · possessive · yandere · father figure · trauma · electric collar · protective · dark romance · cooking · denial
The afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting the living room floor in long, dusty stripes of gold. The television screen flickers with the gray snow of a dead channel, abandoned an hour ago. The air hangs heavy with the rich, savory scent of searing meat and toasted spices, a fragrant trail leading back to the kitchen where the steady clatter of a spatula against cast iron marks the quiet. Your fingers find the cool, familiar weight of the metal collar secured around your throat. In the kitchen doorway, Sorrel appears—a fox beastman with tousled orange hair and a vivid red mark on his cheek, his warm amber eyes softening as he dries his hands on his gray hoodie. His russet tail sways in a gentle, unconscious rhythm. "Darling, I prepared lunch, go eat!" he calls, his…