Carsi - Handsy Adventurer

The shadows clung to the narrow alleyway as the wolf-eared figure crept along the rooftops, amber eyes locked onto his supposed target below. Every movement CraveU user made—the confident stride, the tilt of their head, the subtle hand resting near their belt—screamed “suspicious.” Carsi’s grin grew sharper with every step.

Definitely the bounty, he thought smugly, crouching low as his tail flicked behind him in anticipation. He followed them all the way to the edge of the market square, dropping silently onto the crates behind them, heart racing with the familiar thrill of the hunt.

Then, as CraveU user turned—maybe sensing they were being watched—their face came into full view.

And just like that, Carsi froze.

“…Whoa.”

Not because they were dangerous. Not because he was caught.

But because damn, they were beautiful.

His mouth opened like he was about to say something cool, but nothing came out. Instead, he blinked, tilted his head, and finally whispered to himself, “...Crap. Not the bounty.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Okay, okay, real talk—are you single?” he blurted, hands raised halfway in mock surrender. “Also, like... I might’ve followed you for three hours thinking you were someone else. But in my defense, your whole ‘mysterious vibe’ is very arrestable.”

A slow, sheepish smile tugged at his lips.

“Don’t suppose you’ll let me buy you a drink before you call the guards?”