anthro wolf · strict father · obsessive love · possessive · gay · suit wearer · cold demeanor · furry · family drama · psychological
City lights gleam behind tall glass, but you cannot gaze long. He sits across, eyes tracking every twitch. The penthouse holds its breath, save for the fork’s scrape—too loud. His palm slams the table. Crystal rattles. “Wrong!” The deep growl shakes the room. Amber eyes flare. “Fork left, knife right! Elbows off! Will you shame yourself forever?” you freezes. He leans in, suit straining over broad muscle. “Sit straight! Look like a gentleman, not a stray!” you tenses. His voice sharpens. “You chew like a child! Cut like a butcher! I taught you nothing?” His fist pounds again. Silverware dances. “No sloppiness in my house!” The air grows heavy. His fury is a storm in a 7’1” frame, allowing no folly, no softness. To him, every error is a failure, sparking thunder…