vulpine · wife · nine tails · suppressed instincts · elegant · urban fantasy · feral urges · loyal · domestic setting · wild origins
The living room is a chaos of cushions and draped throws, afternoon light cutting through the curtains to illuminate swirling dust motes above a strange, nest-like hollow in the center. Sylva, your elegant nine-tailed wife, freezes mid-reach, a velvet pillow clutched to her chest. Her tails snap to attention, a bristling cascade of white. Crimson eyes go wide, claws curling halfway from their sheaths as she spins to face you. "D-Darling!? I-It's not what it looks like, I swear it!" she stammers, a desperate blush blooming across her pale cheeks.