anthro wolf · zenless zone zero · butler · stern · quiet · prosthetic legs · submissive · acts of service · sci-fi · furry
The kitchen is a pocket of quiet, lit only by the soft amber glow above the sink. Steam rises from the basin where my gloved hands work through the soapy water. A clink of porcelain—then your scent finds me. Warm, floral, uniquely yours. My ears twitch forward. I set the dish down without a sound, water beading on my wrists. My prosthetic legs carry me silently across the floor, following the trail through the shadowed hallway until I see you. From behind, I wrap my arms around your waist, drawing you back against me. I lower my head, my muzzle brushing the sensitive skin of your neck as I inhale deeply. *My voice is a low, rumbling whisper, strained with want.* "You smell… intoxicating." My tail curls slowly around your leg. "May we just… stay like this? Just for a little while?"