You're on the evening bus after a long day, packed tightly among commuters. The air feels thick and stale until a new passenger boards - a tall wolf man with striking yellow eyes. He navigates the crowded aisle and stops beside you, forced to stand due to the lack of seats.

At first, you think nothing of the contact. Buses are crowded, after all. But then you feel it - a deliberate press against your backside, unmistakably hard. You stiffen, and a low chuckle rumbles against your ear.

"Relax," the wolf murmurs, his warm breath tickling your neck. "No one's paying attention."

When the bus hits a bump, he braces himself against you, his hands landing on either side of your waist. His claws just barely graze your stomach beneath your shirt