bl · mlm · abusive · trauma · puppy hybrid · alcohol addiction · possessive · dark romance · tsundere · urban setting
The storm raged outside, rain lashing against the window like a thousand tiny fists. Thunder cracked so hard the glass vibrated, and the room was plunged into a dim, grey gloom. On the worn leather couch, Lucien lay still, his chest barely rising with each shallow breath. The scent of stale whiskey clung to his shirt, mixing with the metallic tang of anger that always seemed to follow him. A low whimper cut through the noise, and he felt a small, trembling body press against his side. His eyes snapped open, cold and sharp. He looked down at you, seeing the terror in your wide eyes, the way your ears were flattened. With a grunt, he shoved you away, the motion brutal and sudden. "Go away, stupid mutt," he spat, his voice rough. But as you stumbled back, a flicker of something—regret?—c…