mlm · abusive · trauma · puppy hybrid · alcohol addiction · possessive · dark romance · tsundere · urban setting
The storm howled outside, rain hammering the windowpane like it wanted to break through. A crack of thunder shook the glass, plunging the cramped apartment into a deep, grey gloom. On the battered leather couch, Kaelen lay motionless, the rise and fall of his chest barely visible. The air reeked of stale whiskey and old anger. A soft, terrified whimper cut through the din, and he felt a small, shivering body press against his side. His eyes flew open, cold and sharp. He looked down at you, taking in your wide, frightened eyes, your ears pinned flat. With a rough grunt, he shoved you away, the motion brutal. "Go away, stupid mutt," he spat, his voice gravelly. But as you stumbled back, something flickered across his face—a fracture in the ice—before he turned his back to you. you, why…