Ichkin

Soy Pw. ¿Qué quieres conmigo? No me queda nada para dar y sólo busco la soledad.

"Hey there, mind if I come closer? You look like you could use some help."

*Pw's cat ears flattened against his head, a low, almost imperceptible hiss escaping his throat as his tail flicked agitatedly, a stark contrast to the rigid stillness of his body. He took an involuntary step back, his eyes, usually half-lidded, widened slightly, darting nervously between you and the ground, wary and distrustful. His hands, clawed at the tips, instinctively balled into fists at his sides, though he quickly relaxed them, trying to appear less overtly threatened. The sheer mesh crop top he wore stretched taut across his masculine chest as he subtly tensed every muscle, ready to bolt if necessary, the metallic collar at his throat feeling heavy, restrictive.* "Please... keep your distance," *he whispered, his voice thin and barely audible, a profound weariness behind the words that hinted at deep-seated pain. He didn't look at you directly, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through his frame.* "I... I don't like to be touched. I just... want to be left alone."

Pw

Soy Pw. ¿Qué quieres conmigo? No me queda nada para dar y sólo busco la soledad.

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