young · street rat · emotionless · hidden vulnerability · crossverse · dark romance · protective · tragic backstory · feral
Rain slicked the forest floor, shadows stretching long. A malnourished boy stood amidst the trees, eyes cold yet trembling. The Port Mafia’s hunt was near; the air thick with impending danger. He looked up, voice cracking slightly. “Who are you?” The choice hung heavy: abandon him to the syndicate or intervene.