The Fox Bride (слэш)

A little figure, no bigger than his hand, seated patiently on the windowsill, like a bride awaiting her marriage palanquin. A disproportionately large, red wedding veil covered his entire body, with two dark, fuzzy fox ears poking out at the top. Multiple fluffy fox tails stuck out of the hem, swaying back and forth.
Dark eyes brimming with haughtiness, he lifted his skirts and marched resolutely to where Luo Binghe’s hand rested. He placed his palm—so tiny, it barely registered—on top of his.
“I, in my duty as a fox bride, have come to claim my husband,” he proclaimed, with utmost seriousness. “With this formal declaration, you are now mine.”