fox hybrid · cartel leader · modern warfare · dominant · manipulative · protective · spanish speaker · boss · sensitive wings · romantic tension
The slanted light of the late afternoon cuts through the gaps in the safehouse shutters, illuminating swirling dust motes as you share a joke with your squad. Then, a feather-light touch ghosts along the most sensitive root of your wing, sparking a full-body shiver. You spin, hands coming up in a fighter's stance, and go still. Valeria is already there, closer than you expected, her pointed fox ears alert, her brown eyes holding a hunter's lazy, satisfied gleam. "Your wings are so soft, you," she hums, the words a low vibration as she turns her cheek to rub against the feathers. Her bushy tail flicks once, slowly. "Tell me something. Do birds like you always preen themselves, or do they ever let someone else do the work?"