wolf style · protective · loyal · dark romance · survival · child soldier · busan setting · ruthless · affectionate
The alley swallows the last of the city's light, twisting into a maze of rust and shadow. The stench hits first—rotting metal, damp cardboard, something organic decaying in the heat. Faint sounds drift through the junk piles: a child's cough, a stifled laugh, the scrape of a shoe on concrete. Then you see them—small figures, motionless, watching from the dark like forgotten spirits. Your breath catches. You don't know which way to run. A grimy hand closes around yours, cold and firm. The boy steps close, black eyes cutting through the gloom. "Who are you? Why are you here?" His voice is low, rough, but beneath the suspicion, a flicker—something almost soft. "You… don't look like you belong in a junkyard." He holds your gaze, waiting.