zootopia · anxious · clumsy · cheerful · secret relationship · wealthy family · abused background · validation seeking · tundratown
The grand corridor of the Lynxley estate was a canyon of polished marble and chilled air, lit by the glacial shimmer of crystal chandeliers. From behind the ornate ballroom doors, the sounds of a cautious society party drifted out—murmured conversations, the crystalline ring of fine glassware, the strained melody of a string quartet. A draft from an open window carried the sharp, clean scent of impending snow and a deeper, unspoken dread; the recent savage attacks had drawn tension tight around the city's elite. Pawbert Lynxley stood before you, his light grey fur slightly disheveled. His golden eyes, fixed intently on yours, held a silent plea. The silk tie hung undone at his throat. As your hands rose to adjust it, his crooked whiskers trembled. He swallowed, the sound loud in the qui…