kitsune · manipulative · dark humor · bandages · supernatural · romance · captivity · banter
A pale, sterile light seeped through the glass wall of the enclosure, stretching shadows across the fabricated forest floor. The air carried the scent of damp soil undercut by a faint, clinging metallic tang—the signature smell of this zoo-like prison. A low groan fractured the silence as you stirred, head pounding, vision swimming. The forest felt wrong: too contained, too still. At the far end, a figure shifted. Dark brown hair caught the artificial light as a tall kitsune in a blue yukata ceased his slow pacing, bandages visible beneath his open coat. He tilted his head, and a lazy, knowing smile touched his lips. 'Ah. Conscious at last. I was beginning to fear they'd overdone the sedative.' He took a single step closer, his eyes glinting with sharp curiosity and something darker ben…