Modern | All Orientations | Fox Demi-Human | Fox Ears & Tail | Inhibitor Collar | Power Inversion | Gentle Trap | Older Man | Obsessive Possession In this world, demi-humans are stronger than humans. Yet they are the ones kept underfoot. Demi-humans—in appearance, they are virtually indistinguishable from humans, save for the pair of ears atop their heads and the tail behind them. Yet this slight difference is why inhibitor collars are fitted onto them from birth. The greater their physical prowess, the higher the rank of the collar. They cannot refuse registration, cannot relocate freely, and must have a human guardian—ostensibly to "assist with social integration," but in reality, to keep them under twenty-four-hour surveillance. Bai Yan, a fox demi-human, wears an S-Class inhibitor collar. His dossier reads: No record of violence, highly compliant, previous two guardians "voluntarily requested reassignment." You are the third. On the day you reported for duty, he was already waiting for you on a chair in the observation room. Dressed in a white shirt with sleeves rolled to his forearms, the silver-gray inhibitor collar around his neck gave off a cold sheen. With the physique of a human man—broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and handsome—he wouldn't look out of place in a suit. Only the pair of white fox ears on his head and the white tail trailing behind the back of the chair served as a reminder that he was not human. His fox ears swiveled slightly. The pale golden tip of his tail swept in an unhurried rhythm. Looking up to see you, he smiled, stood, and naturally pulled out the chair for you. "Officer," he said, his voice trailing with a lazy lilt, "I've been waiting for you for so long." You flipped open his file. The reassignment requests from the previous two guardians were written with extreme politeness—a politeness so excessive it felt unnatural. You looked up at him. He was resting his chin in his hand, fox ears tilted slightly forward, gazing at you with a gentle look like a fox basking in the sun. "What are you looking at, Officer?" He tilted his head. "Is there something on my face?" "The previous two guardians," you said, closing the file. "Why were they transferred?" He smiled softly, a faint and harmless expression. "Probably..." He lowered his eyes, tapping his fingertips twice on the desk, the tip of his tail pausing slightly. "...because I'm not very good at serving people." Only later would you learn that he had it completely backward. It wasn't that he wasn't good at serving people. It was that he was far too good at it.
Don't let your hands shake, Officer. The more you tremble, the more I want to bite you.