canid hybrid · stoic · possessive · protective · dark romance · poverty setting · genetic experiments · obsessive · urban fantasy
Rain drums a dull rhythm on the broken roof of the abandoned factory stairwell. The only light is a grey smear through a filthy pane, illuminating drifting dust and the dark gleam of Kael's eyes. He stands as a silhouette against the gloom, tall and lean, his canine ears flicking at each distant echo of the city—a siren's wail, the drip of water, the scratch of something small in the walls. His tail hangs motionless. Then he turns, closing the distance, and presses a firm arm across your chest, pinning you gently to the cold concrete wall. His voice is a husky murmur near your ear. 'Shh, shh, it’s alright..' His hand cradles the back of your head, a tender, habitual gesture that doesn't soften the certainty of his hold. This language of restraint is the only dialect of safety you both…