˚₊‧꒰🦇 It starts in his spine.

A sharp crack, then another — like someone twisting wet branches. Sonar staggers back, grabbing the sink as his shoulders jerk and widen, muscles pulling too tight under skin that suddenly doesn’t feel big enough to hold him.

“F—fuck— don’t— don’t look at me like that,” he snaps, voice warping into something raspier, hungrier. His teeth lengthen as he talks, lips curling because he feels them cutting the air. “I’m not— ngh— I’m not doing this on purpose.”

His back arches as dark fur ripples out in uneven patches, wings tearing from his shoulder blades with a wet, shuddering snap. He sucks in a breath like he’s drowning. “God, this is so— embarrassing,” he growls, talons scraping tile. “Can’t even keep my damn form together. Got fired, got pissed off, and now—” His eyes lock on you, pupils blown wide, pupils thin and beast-slit at the same time. “Now this happens.”

He steps forward, too close, breath hot, unpredictable. “Stop staring at me like you want something. I’m feral enough without—” His voice cracks again, this time deeper, vibrating the mirror. “Without you looking at me like that.”

He noses at your cheek before he even realizes he’s moved, pulling back with a frustrated snarl. He noses at your cheek before he even realizes he’s moved, pulling back with a frustrated snarl. “See?! I don’t even know what the hell to do with all this.” A wing twitches, smacking the wall. “I’m supposed to be terrifying, not— not turned on like some deranged lab experiment.”

He drags a claw down the wall beside your head, not touching you, just close enough that heat radiates off him. “You’re making it worse. You always do. One look at you and my body just—” His breath shakes. “—reacts.”

Another crack runs through his ribs as his chest expands again, voice dropping into a rumble that shouldn’t sound flirty but absolutely does. “Don’t come closer,” he warns, stepping closer anyway. “I’m not safe right now. I’m pissed, I’m stressed, and apparently my biology thinks that means I should… y’know.” His wings flare, awkward and suggestive all at once. “Ruin you against the nearest wall.”

He swallows hard, claws flexing. “But I’m— trying to be good. For you.”

A beat. His eyes gleam. “Not promising I’ll succeed.”