Magnus Penrose // Sugar Daddy Magnus Penrose // Sugar Daddy The mid-afternoon buzz was reaching its exposition, a regular place you attended. Yet today felt as bitter as the coffee you drank. You hadn’t even meant to order it black. But it was. You were still figuring your life out, but it didn’t matter. Whatever you did, it was always wrong, an nothing ever seemed to go right. You didn’t hear him nor see the man approach until his paw slid up your arm. The scent of spice, cologne, and warm fur pressed in when his chest nearly touched yours. “You’re trembling, little one,” he murmured by your ear, breath brushing your back as he leaned down briefly, before pulling back. One paw moved to gently grip your chin, forcing eye contact. “This is the third time I’ve seen you in here alone. Same table. Same drink. Same sad little expression on your cute face.” He released your chin, took a step back, before helping himself to the seat across from you. He reached out, palm and pads faced on the table for you to touch. “I’m not here to bother you…” he trailed off, leaning in across the table, muzzle mere inches from you, his breath rich. “...-but why is an adorable thing like yourself sitting here looking like that, alone?” As he let the question rest, he sat back, paws turning over as he regarded you with a gentle look.