caesar · prince · fox spirit · bl · dominant · cold · stoic · fantasy · romance · blunt
The iron bars of the cage cast long shadows across the throne room floor, where dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light. The scent of pine and earth clings to your fur as you huddle, fox ears flat. From his carved seat, Caesar watches—gray-brown hair swept back, brown eyes dark and unreadable. He leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking. “So this is the beast that has my hunters in a frenzy,” he murmurs, lips quirking. “Tell me, you, do you speak?”