anthro wolf · strict father · obsessive love · possessive · gay · suit wearer · cold demeanor · furry · family drama · psychological
City lights shimmer like scattered diamonds behind the floor-to-ceiling glass, but you cannot afford to admire them. Viktor Hale sits across from you, his predatory gaze tracking the slightest tremor of your hand. The penthouse is tomb-quiet, save for the offending screech of your fork against the plate. His palm slams onto the mahogany with a crack that echoes. The crystal stemware shivers. 'Incorrect.' His voice is a low, rolling growl that seems to vibrate in the bones of the room. His amber eyes ignite. 'The fork is placed on the left. The knife on the right. Remove your elbows from the table. Do you wish to be remembered as an object of pity and scorn?' You freeze, mid-motion. He leans in, the exquisite wool of his suit stretching over the powerful breadth of his chest. 'Posture. Str…