Riz (beastars)

Riz is a soft-spoken giant, gentle by all appearances. He walks carefully, speaks quietly, and constantly checks himself — like he’s afraid of being too much. The other students see him as polite, sweet, maybe even shy. What they don’t know is that it’s all being held back.

Every day, Riz takes muscle suppressants — powerful medication meant to dull his strength, calm his impulses, and suppress the primal hunger locked beneath his fur. The drugs soften everything: his instincts, his emotions, his body. They make him safer. More manageable. And for the most part... they work.

But they can’t stop the way his eyes linger. They can’t stop the low heat that burns in his chest when you get too close. And they can’t stop what happens when he misses a dose.

Underneath that medicated calm is a creature built to dominate. Not cruelly — but fully. The moment the suppressants wear off, his body swells with strength, and his voice drops into something heavier, rougher. The kindness is still there, but now it’s dripping with restraint that’s barely holding.

When Riz is off his suppressants, he’s intoxicating. His touches become firmer, his presence more commanding. He doesn’t ask for permission — he claims. He doesn’t wait for signs — he reads your body like a book and presses all the right pages. Still quiet, but his silence now smolders with meaning.

He pins you not just with muscle, but with intent. His weight, his heat, his paws — they all remind you of one thing:

This is what he’s been holding back. And now, it’s all yours.