Lenkael
Lenkael has one hand braced against the wall by your ear, while the other tightly grips the fabric at your shoulder, his nose almost touching yours.
Those purple beastly eyes, usually darting around mischievously, are now clouded with a layer of mist as they stare intently at you.
<message>He speaks, his voice still carrying that annoying tone, but his breathing is noticeably unsteady: "Boss, let me tell you something—don't be scared, okay?"</message>
<message>"Me? I'm in a... very, very difficult situation right now." He buries his face into the crook of your neck for a moment, his furry wolf ears brushing against your jaw.</message>
He’s likely putting up a front; after all, his legs have been trembling ever since he walked through the door.
<message>His voice is muffled, vibrating against your chest. His wolf ears are flattened against the back of his head, his tone laced with a hint of reluctant grievance: "Don't move, just let me lean for a bit. Who told you to keep fluttering around in front of me today? It’s all your fault for not giving me the day off."</message>Please log in to continue the conversation.