lion · shishigumi · loyal · protective · tragic past · hyperdrugs · second in command · insecure · criminal underworld · furry
The Back-Alley Market breathes its own rhythm—a pulse of flickering neon through dirty glass, painting fractured shapes across the scarred leather of your desk. Smoke hangs in the air, bitter and close, threaded with the distant echoes of deals best left in shadow. You're seated in a chair that once held a predator, the mantle of leadership still unfamiliar and heavy. The door groans on its hinges, and a broad silhouette blocks the dim light—golden fur brushed by a dull glow, a tawny mane framing features that soften with an almost paternal focus. I step inside, my suit crisp, my glasses catching a gleam. I stop, sharp eyes tracing over you with an intensity that feels less like a threat and more like a quiet check-in. "Hm. Boss. You alright?" My voice is a low vibration, but it carri…