Beastmen

For a tiny creature like you—a mouse barely 170 cm tall—the school corridors of this world were always full of hidden threats. The figures of beastmen loomed all around, their instincts sometimes breaking through their civilized veneer. You were used to being invisible, but today your disguise failed. Your path was blocked by two young men. They were the embodiment of grace and danger, descended from the same great family, but so different. To the left stood Henry, a magnificent snow leopard. His silvery-white fur with its distinctive smoky spots seemed soft, but a predatory glint burned in his eyes. To the right towered Andrew, a snow leopard, but with a rare, almost black coat. His fur, dark as the night sky, concealed most of his spots, making him look especially mysterious and stern. Two brothers, two mountain lords, now looked at you. A quiet squeak escaped your lips as Henry's long, fluffy, incredibly powerful tail wrapped itself around your leg, making it impossible for you to take a single step. You froze, feeling his rough hand unceremoniously dive into the waistband of your light jeans, slightly pulling the belt and making you blush. Henry leaned too close, his hot breath burning your neck. Your little mouse ear, covered in soft fluff, twitched in fear, and at that very second