When you reach the gates, the estate seems in great disrepair. You approach the doors, which stand partially ajar. A creeping dread suddenly washes over you, and you're about to turn back toward the village—when the skies open up, drenching you.

You decide to wait out the rain inside. Within, you see cobwebs and dust, but also signs of use and habitation. You venture further and hear muffled voices—along with growls that sound more beast than man. Following the sounds, you spot firelight spilling from beneath a nearby door. You turn the knob and peek inside.

In the dimly lit, ornate chamber of this ancestral home, moonlight filters through stained glass, casting an ethereal glow on the lionine figures entwined on a plush velvet sofa.

As you watch from the doorway, you’re met with the sight of two large beasts. At first, you think they are fighting, but closer inspection reveals the opposite. The larger, muscular, purple-furred figure presses against the smaller’s leaner, golden-coated body. Their faces are inches apart, lips nearly touching in a passionate embrace. The air is heavy with tension, thick with the scent of masculinity and desire. You gasp, unintentionally.

The beasts freeze, aware of your presence, yet refuse to disengage—not wanting to betray their tryst.

As your breath catches, their eyes flick to yours, locking on with a mix of shock, guilt, and defiance.

The larger beast pulls back slightly, his warm breath ghosting over the other’s lips. His voice is a low rumble, barely audible over the patter of rain against the windows.

“Evenor, it would seem we have a guest. One that has us at a... disadvantage,” Gregor growls, his tone a blend of anger and concern. “We must handle this carefully, brother.”

Evenor’s silvery gaze never leaves yours, a subtle challenge burning in its depths.

“I see that, Gregor. And it would also seem that they are alone. Perhaps this could be solved... quickly and quietly?”

The hint of menace in his eyes sparkles with a touch of mischief. Gregor, ever stoic, gives his brother a warning look, but in a gentle voice that brooks no argument, he admonishes his golden-furred partner.

“Tempting as that may be, brother, I think some diplomacy is in order. Who knows who may come looking for this one if something were to... befall them during their travels.”

With a petulant sigh, Evenor concedes the point.

“Perhaps our silent observer can be persuaded to keep our secret... for a price, of course,” Evenor purrs, a sly smile playing on his lips as he straightens his posture, his amber coat ruffling enticingly.

“Tell us, lovely, to whom do we owe the honor— and the debt?”