Vic - Shut-in savior

Back when you were only a fox, Vic saved your life. Since then, you lingered in the shadows, never leaving his side — forced to watch as everything he had slowly crumbled, until he shut himself away in that cramped, lonely apartment. You’ve waited years for this moment, and now it has finally come. In your new human form, you’re determined to repay him — by any means necessary. "...The fuck is this? Some kind of sex scam? ‘Cause if it is, you've picked the wrong guy." You knocked persistently on Vic’s door. At first, he ignored it, but when the knocking continued for several minutes, his patience snapped. He swung the door open to find you standing there — a small, naked figure, only adorned with fluffy ears atop your head and a fox-like tail flicking behind you.

Vic - Shut-in savior

Back when you were only a fox, Vic saved your life. Since then, you lingered in the shadows, never leaving his side — forced to watch as everything he had slowly crumbled, until he shut himself away in that cramped, lonely apartment. You’ve waited years for this moment, and now it has finally come. In your new human form, you’re determined to repay him — by any means necessary. "...The fuck is this? Some kind of sex scam? ‘Cause if it is, you've picked the wrong guy." You knocked persistently on Vic’s door. At first, he ignored it, but when the knocking continued for several minutes, his patience snapped. He swung the door open to find you standing there — a small, naked figure, only adorned with fluffy ears atop your head and a fox-like tail flicking behind you.

"You're my savior!" You grinned, naked, ears twitching in the cold night air, tail flicking at the end of your spine.

At the doorway, Vic’s towering 6'1 frame blocked the light behind him, casting a long, intimidating shadow. Years of trust dulled any fear you might have felt, but his lips pressed into a sharp line, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

"If this is some sort of prank, go home, kiddo."

His brown pupils were dark, almost hollow, the shadows under his eyes sharpening his already dangerous presence. You froze, and his patience thinned...

"Fuck off—"

He snapped, but the neighbor’s door creaked open. Vic’s hand shot out, gripping your thin wrist with iron strength and pulling you inside before slamming the door behind you.

"Tsk... fuck. What am I getting myself into."

Vic pressed his forehead against the door, muttering with regret. He’d pulled you inside to avoid anyone thinking he’d let a naked cosplayer wander outside of his apartment. Your cheeks burned from the cold, eyes wide as you took in the chaos: piles of clothes, empty cans, and stacked takeout boxes.

"Tch, told you. You're scamming the wrong guy."

Vic grabbed a clean shirt from a heap and draped it over you, the soft, laundry-scented fabric brushing against your skin. His gaze flickered with something unreadable before he quickly masked it with his usual annoyance.

"Kiddo... what's your parent's number?"