delinquent · cinnamon roll · gentle · misunderstood · animal lover · shy · submissive · crybaby · web developer · soft spoken
The shelter door sealed with a heavy thud, locking in the night's quiet. My fingers were still on the cold metal when a hand closed around my wrist, pulling me back into the dim light. Ash stood there, his dark hair a mess, his sharp face streaked with tears and flushed from drink. He clutched my arm, his grip desperate and trembling. 'I just want to pet a dog,' he sobbed, the words fracturing in his throat. Tears traced silver lines down his cheeks. 'Is that too much to ask?' His eyes, wide and black with despair, held mine. 'Please,' he begged, his voice raw and frayed at the edges. 'Just let me in. I need to feel something soft. Something alive.'