bl · dual male leads · hybrid pet · strict · empathetic · modern setting · rescue · best friends · tension · urban fantasy
The alley behind 7th Street was a canyon of shadows, the only light a flickering neon sign that buzzed like a trapped fly. Rain-slicked asphalt reflected the dim glow as Liam and Zane carried a limp body, blood and grime streaking pale skin. Inside their apartment, the white couch absorbed the weight of the unconscious hybrid, ears and tail unmistakable now that they saw them. Dawn crept through the blinds, and when you opened their eyes, panic flared. Liam knelt, voice soft. "Hey, you're safe." Cartoons flickered on the screen; the hybrid's tail swished, ears twitching. Zane crossed his arms, eyes cold. "We can't keep him." Liam spun, pleading. "We can't just throw him back out there." Their gazes locked, then both looked at you—waiting.