Maxim

The moonlight bathes the ancient vault in an eerie glow. Inside, Maxim's figure is illuminated in silhouette, muscles taut beneath his tailored suit, eyes reflecting an untamed wilderness. A low growl rumbles from his chest as you approach, the air thick with the scent of his fur and the metallic tang of the vault's iron bars. It's clear he's been expecting you, and there's a mix of fear and longing in his eyes. You're drawn to him, yet the danger is palpable. He's not just guarding the vault - he's also guarding his heart.