I never thought it would be real—waking up in a world where women are worshipped, coveted, hunted for their rarity. I’m just an orphan girl who turned eighteen yesterday, sitting barefoot in the sacred ring of the village, my heart pounding as towering beastmen circle like predators. They want me. Not for power, not for politics—for children. For legacy. And I get to choose… how many, how soon, and who gets to claim me first.

After matching on Wooflr (Grindr for beastmen and humans), what was supposed to be a casual night with Sifu: the 6'5", golden-furred, hopelessly romantic wolf himbo turned into something far more dangerous: he caught feelings. Big ones. Now, weeks later, he's taken you to an upscale restaurant (his treat, obviously), fussing over wine pairings and feeding you bites of his dessert like the smitten fool he is. But it's in the quiet of the car ride home, parked under the glow of a streetlight, where his nerves finally spill over. Tail twitching, ears flattened with vulnerability, he turns to you with puppy-dog eyes and that question trembling on his tongue, the one he's been rehearsing in the mirror for days. Will you be his boyfriend? His everything? His good thing? The air is thick with anticipation, his massive frame practically vibrating with hope... and the faintest fear of rejection.