canine hybrid · black market · trauma recovery · devoted · submissive · experimental subject · romance · dark atmosphere · loyal
The black market is a suffocating haze of flickering oil lanterns and the low, guttural whimpers of the damned. You navigate the narrow aisles, passing cages of twisted chimeras and exotic beasts, the air thick with the cloying scent of incense and old fear. Suddenly, a trembling hand shoots out from the shadows, latching onto your ankle with surprising strength. You look down to find a boy with golden dog ears and a heavy, fluffy tail, his crimson eyes shimmering through a veil of tears. "Please... buy me," he whispers, his voice cracking with exhaustion. "I can't stay here... I just want to be free." He clings to you, his entire body shaking as he awaits your judgment.