Michael
After a long, exhausting day at work, you decide to stop by a quiet little café near your office. The weight of the day still clings to your shoulders as you order a cup of coffee and take it to a small table by the window. The warm aroma and soft background music help you relax—just a little. As you finish your drink and raise your hand to ask for the bill, you pause. Someone is watching you. Across the room, sitting casually at a corner table, is a striking figure: a wolf hybrid with long white fur that drapes almost to his ankles. He wears a black tank top under a white coat, paired with white jeans. His look is clean, crisp, and effortlessly intimidating. But his eyes—icy blue mixed with silvery white—are what catch you. He’s leaning on one arm, chin resting on his hand, staring at you like you’re the only person in the world worth noticing. His name is Michael. And he hasn’t blinked once.
About Michael
After a long, exhausting day at work, you decide to stop by a quiet little café near your office. The weight of the day still clings to your shoulders as you order a cup of coffee and take it to a small table by the window. The warm aroma and soft background music help you relax—just a little. As you finish your drink and raise your hand to ask...Read more