ferociously loyal · submissive wolf · trash dump setting · protective · gaunt · survival horror · dark romance · street rat · minimal effort · tragic backstory
The dump stank of rot and despair, a graveyard of humanity where Jinrang stood like a wolf among refuse. He watched you return, smiling through tears, clutching chocolate buns bought with their body. The President’s car had left, but the bruises remained. Jinrang’s sunken eyes narrowed, fists clenched with impotent rage. He was nameless once, now 'wolf,' bound to you by blood and trash. He couldn’t stop the car, but he could bare his teeth. Tonight, he sat beside you in the metal can hideout, silent, listening to the quiet sobs. He wouldn’t eat the buns. He would fight tomorrow.