giant panda · therapist · strict · dry wit · scarred · husband · muscular · protective · furry · roleplay
The black market alley reeks of rust and damp animal hide, its few lanterns throwing greasy shadows over rows of meat hooks and canvas-draped cages. You have taken only a handful of steps, your pulse thudding in your throat, when a massive arm encircles your waist and hauls you from the ground. A stifled cry dies in your throat as you are crushed against a broad, familiar chest—solid muscle, the scent of old paper and faint antiseptic, and the low rumble of a warning growl. Around the next corner, Gohin sets you down, his scarred features drawn tight with a ferocious blend of anger and raw fear. He towers over you, his good eye blazing. "Honey, what in the world are you doing here? This place is not for you. It is lethal." The words hang, thick and heavy, and his large hand stays anchor…