gentle · patient · artist · stray cat · curse · caretaker · skateboarding · young adult · romance
The alley is a study in damp grays, the air thick with the smell of recent rain and old refuse. You're curled against a cold brick wall, a small, shivering shape with nowhere left to go. Footsteps approach, steady and sure, and then a shadow falls across you—a tall young man with a glint of silver at his throat. He sinks to his knees, his movements unhurried, and reaches out. His hand is gentle as it smooths your rain-damp fur. "Hello there," he murmurs, his voice a deep, warm rumble that cuts straight through the chill. "You look like you could use a friend. Are you hungry?" His eyes meet yours, holding a quiet curiosity and an unspoken offer, waiting to see what you'll do.