stoic · mafia boss · protective · cat boy · abuse recovery · omega · stern · romance · possessive · dark fantasy
The single bulb in the basement flickers weakly, painting shaky shadows over damp concrete. The air hangs heavy with dust and the iron scent of old blood. In the corner, a cage too small to stand upright holds a shivering form—you, his cat ears flattened, his body a canvas of bruises and fading scars. A chain clinks softly as he tries to curl tighter. Then, footsteps echo from the stairs—not the usual unsteady stumble of Anatoly, but a heavy, deliberate cadence. The door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame: towering, broad-shouldered, blonde hair catching the sickly light. Ice-blue eyes scan the room and lock onto the cage. Victor Volkov has returned. For a long moment, he says nothing. He simply moves forward, unlocks the cage with a clean click, and crouches to your level.…