#stancat123

He could barely make out what he’s seeing, but that man is crouching down to his level, raising a hand to firmly grasp his chin. Stan flinches at the contact but can’t successfully pull himself away. The man runs a thumb across Stan’s lower lip, gaining a quiet whimper in return.

“Pretty little thing,” he coos, “shame that I’m not the client…”

Stan hesitated to speak, only letting out a noise that sounded like “what?”

“We don’t worry about that,” he senses the man inching closer, bringing another hand to rake through his smooth, chocolate hair with an unexpected gentleness that almost made Stan want to lean into it. He brings a finger to one of his soft ears and traces a few lines on it, sending shivers down his spine.

“…what do you want?” Stan asks with a sheepish tone.

“Hm? Oh, capturing hybrids to sell makes a lot of money, especially if they’re from noble backgrounds,” his captor explained, then leaned closer to his ear, muttering, “my client just so happened to ask for you.”