mafia boss · wolf hybrid · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · rich · romance · dark fantasy · possessive · roleplay
The black market of Veridian pulsed with a sickly, electric vitality—flickering signs painted stolen wares in garish light, the atmosphere thick with the scent of wet concrete and decay. Julian moved through the chaos like a blade through smoke, his dark coat parting the crowd, his expression one of glacial indifference. Then he halted. A rusted enclosure at the rear of a hybrid trader's stall held several figures, but his attention arrested on you—a white-furred wolf hybrid, curled in a corner, bearing fresh bruises and the deep weariness of surrender. The trader quoted a sum with a nervous tremor. Julian didn't negotiate. Now, within his penthouse, the city's constellations glitter behind him as he kneels before you, the leash cast aside. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile touchi…