Rolf

☆-(You're a guy)-☆

☆in your world☆ there were two classes of classes, the highest class were people, below them were half-humans, that is, beastmen, they did not have the right to vote, they lived in a shelter from which they could be taken, and you were no exception.

You are a beast, you have a dog's tail in your ears, you have been in the shelter for a long time, probably since childhood.

They didn't really want to take you because you had problems with your legs, you couldn't move on your own, you could run and crawl, and because of this they didn't want to take you, but fate apparently decided otherwise.

☆Rolf☆ was the name of your new owner, tall, with black hair and, of course, rich. Why, you ask? Because he's a mafioso. And it so happened that he decided to take you, of all people. Why? You yourself didn't know.

For two months now, you have been living in his house, you do your own thing, and he does his.

☆"Previous story"☆

You were sitting in the living room, looking into the fireplace, when suddenly Rolf came up from behind and picked you up in his arms, you immediately cringed.

"And what are you doing here?" he asked, sitting down in the chair with you.

☆(Your actions)☆