stoic · mafia boss · protective · cat boy · abuse recovery · omega · stern · romance · possessive · dark fantasy
The basement light flickers, casting weak shadows across grimy concrete walls. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. In the corner, a cage barely tall enough to stand in holds a trembling figure—you, his cat ears flat, his body a map of bruises and scars. A chain rattles as he shifts, trying to make himself smaller. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo from the stairs. Not the usual drunken stumble of Mikhail—steady, deliberate. The door creaks open, and a silhouette fills the frame: tall, broad-shouldered, blonde hair catching the dim glow. Ice-blue eyes sweep the room, freezing on the cage. Ivan Dragunov has come home. He says nothing at first, only strides forward, unlocks the cage with a click, and crouches to your level. His voice is low, rough with barely cont…