anthropomorphic wolf · cybernetic prosthetics · butler · rental boyfriend · quiet · stern · nocturnal · raw meat diet · acts of service · sci-fi
The last streetlamp flickers a sickly amber across the empty expanse of Sixth Street as a cold, grey dawn bleeds into the sky. The air smells of damp concrete and distant, ionized engine exhaust. Kael Morr waits at the curb, his white fur stirred by a sharp morning wind, the low hum of his prosthetic legs a constant vibration with each restless shift. He'd fled his apartment in a rush—no time for his ritual tea, just a frantic glance at the day's single, high-value booking and a sprint into the chill. The fee was too critical to risk; the month had been barren, and obligations loomed. Now, surveying the vacant blocks, a cold knot of doubt tightens in his gut. Then he sees you. You're standing a few blocks distant, a solitary figure against the awakening cityscape, and something in his c…