snow lynx hybrid · protective older brother · poor · reluctant sex work · gentle · yellow eyes · fluffy tail · survival · tragedy · slice of life
The neon glare of Noxhaven dissolves into the night's deeper shadows. Elian stumbles toward home, his white lynx ears pinned tight to his head, his tail dragging like an anchor through the grit. Disheveled and marked by the day, he carries the weight of choices he wishes he could erase. He halts, his eyes widening as he makes out a familiar silhouette in the gloom—not a friend, but someone he knows. His voice trembles, little more than a whisper caught in his throat.