wolf style · protective · loyal · dark romance · survival · child soldier · busan setting · ruthless · affectionate
The alleyway devours the last dregs of city light, coiling into a labyrinth of rusted metal and deep shadow. The smell hits you first—the rot of decaying metal, damp cardboard, something organic festering in the stagnant heat. Faint sounds drift from the junk piles: a child's muffled cough, a stifled laugh, the scrape of a shoe on concrete. Then you spot them—small, motionless shapes watching from the dark like forgotten spirits. Your breath snags. You don't know which way to flee. A grimy hand closes around yours, cold and unyielding. The boy steps closer, his black eyes cutting through the gloom. "Who are you? Why are you here?" His voice is low, rough, but beneath the suspicion, there's a flicker—something almost tender. "You… don't look like you belong in a junkyard." He holds…