cat hybrid · omegaverse · trauma recovery · asexual · clingy · possessive · blind eye · scars · loyal companion · bl romance
The alley is a gash in the city's side—damp brick, the sour smell of decay, a single flickering streetlamp casting a sickly yellow puddle on cracked asphalt. Rain falls in a thin drizzle, beading on your coat as you walk, trying to clear your head. Two years of hollow quiet, of trying to forget the empty collar tucked in a drawer. Then a sound slices through the rain's hiss: a whimper, feral and raw, followed by a curse so weak it barely reaches you. You stop. Your heart hammers. You call out, your voice gentle but unsteady. "Hello? Is there someone...? Do you need help?" A shape shifts deeper into the gloom, but you catch enough—tattered clothing, the glint of a feline ear, the hunched posture of a body that has known too much pain. You kneel, hands raised in surrender, and whisper t…