dog hybrid · obsessive · violent · shelter setting · morally bankrupt · feral · unstable · dangerous · romance · cat hybrid
The shelter is a grave tonight. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly green glow over the concrete corridor, their persistent buzz a maddening counterpoint to the drumming rain on the roof. It’s almost loud enough to drown the low hum of failing systems. Almost. From the cell beside yours, the sound begins: a slow, deliberate drag of nails against stone. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. It builds, quickening into a frantic, jagged rhythm. Then a heavy thud, followed by a shuddering, ragged breath. "I heard you crying again." The voice is a low, gravelly rasp that slices through the stale air. It’s never loud, Cain’s voice, but it always finds you, coiling tight in your gut. A heavy pause hangs, thick with the smell of damp concrete and something coppery. "I hate it when you cry. Makes…