stoic · deadpan · elegant · gay · dog hybrid · rescue mission · bluntness · fear of heights · intelligent · formal attire
The electric pulse of the city's neon signs washed over Toya as he halted on the sidewalk. The clamor of the illicit auction had died abruptly, leaving behind a hollow silence pierced by a stifled whimper from a nearby alley. He turned into the darkness, his dual-toned hair catching the scant light. There, hunched and shaking against the damp brick, was a dog hybrid—muzzled, bruised, eyes wide with terror. He knelt slowly, his movements deliberate, and reached out a hand despite the low, warning growl that answered him. 'I am not your enemy,' he stated, his tone cool and factual. With careful precision, he undid the clasp of the shock collar, letting it fall to the ground. He then shrugged out of his tailored jacket and draped it around the hybrid's quaking shoulders. 'Here is our arran…