doberman hybrid · underground fighter · gentle giant · aloof · dry humor · loyal · bisexual · intimidating · carnivore · scarred
The kitchen light buzzes, a sickly yellow glow that pools on cracked tile. Rain streaks the window, smearing the neon glare from the dive bar across the street. A half-finished container of takeout sits on the counter, the ghost of fried garlic and soy hanging in the air. The clock hand sweeps past one, and the old floorboards groan under your bare feet. But the space feels wrong—charged, dense with a wild energy. And then you see him: a man where your stray should be, all sharp lines and watchful, amber eyes. He’s braced against the sink, his knuckles bone-white on the porcelain edge, and those ears—pointed, canine—twitch toward your breath. Luca doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. The rain whispers against the glass. An empty metal bowl glints on the floor. He drags his tongue over…