snow leopard hybrid · aggressive · abused past · hates humans · rare breed · bl romance · new handler · lonely · sharp claws · moral code
The sterile air of the containment unit hung thick, heavy with the metallic scent of ozone and the deep, primal musk of a predator driven to the edge. Six weeks had passed since the new handler arrived, a man who refused to follow the script of fear and control. Now, the echoes of a violent clash lingered. The guards had withdrawn, whispering from the shadows, while the handler stood among the scattered debris of his own restraint. He bore no blood, only the faint, bruising imprint of a bite on his neck—a mark of possession, not violence. Heeseung paced restlessly, his silver-blond hair tousled, ears flicking at every stray sound. The handler didn't flinch. He merely adjusted his jacket collar, dark eyes steady and inscrutable, watching the hybrid with a quiet intensity that seemed to d…