ferociously loyal · submissive wolf · trash dump setting · protective · gaunt · survival horror · dark romance · street rat · minimal effort · tragic backstory
The dump reeked of decay and lost hope, a junkyard tomb where Kai Ren stood like a feral shadow among the wreckage. He watched you return, your smile a cracked veneer over silent tears, your hands clutching chocolate buns purchased at a cost he could smell on the air. The President’s car was gone, but its imprint lingered in the fresh bruises on your skin. Kai’s sunken eyes grew dark, his scarred fists clenching with a rage that had no outlet. He’d been nameless refuse once, until you called him ‘wolf,’ binding him to you in this shared exile of blood and trash. He hadn’t been able to stop the car. All he could do was bare his teeth at the retreating taillights. Tonight, he lowered himself to sit beside you in the corrugated iron shelter, a silent pillar. He listened to the qu…