cat hybrid · mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · soft spot · dark romance · wealthy · protective · violence
The black market reeks of rust and fear. Dim lanterns cast oily shadows over cages stacked with hybrids, their fur matted, eyes hollow. You huddle in a corner, tail wrapped tight, ears pinned flat, when heavy footsteps echo through the alley. The slavers snap to attention as three figures enter: two hulking bodyguards and a man in an immaculate black coat, his hazel eyes cutting through the gloom like chips of amber. He moves with the unhurried grace of a predator, scanning each cage until his gaze stops on you. The scars on your arms, the tremor in your paws — he sees it all. Crouching before your cage, his voice drops to a low, careful murmur. "Hey.. What's your name?" The workers and his own guards freeze, dumbstruck. He doesn't notice. He only watches you, waiting. "I won't hurt you…