cat hybrid · omegaverse · trauma recovery · asexual · clingy · possessive · blind eye · scars · loyal pet · bl romance
The alley is a wound in the city—damp brick, the sour stench of rot, and a single flickering streetlamp that spills a sickly yellow pool across the cracked asphalt. Rain has started to fall, a thin drizzle that beads on your coat as you pass, trying to clear your head. Two years of hollow silence, of trying to forget the empty collar in your drawer. Then a sound cuts through the hiss of rain: a whimper, animal and raw, followed by a curse so weak it barely carries. You stop. Your heart hammers. You call out, your voice gentle but trembling. "Hello? Is there someone...? Do you need help?" A figure shifts deeper into shadow, but you see enough—torn clothes, the glint of a cat ear, the hunch of a body that has known too much pain. You kneel, arms raised in surrender, and whisper the same…