rabbit demi · healing powers · cunning · ruthless · cyberpunk · mafia heir · aristocratic · strategic · veyrath · iron fangs
The neon haze of Veyrath’s slums clung to the air like a sickly, toxic fog. Lysander Vance, heir to the Iron Fangs, moved with lethal grace through the shadows, his tailored suit a stark, impossible contrast to the decaying surroundings. For six months, he had watched from the dark, a predator denying his own nature for the sake of a single, fragile piece of prey. Tonight, the silence shattered. Two thugs cornered her against a grimy brick wall, their grubby hands reaching for the soft fur of her ears. The atmosphere shifted instantly—turning cold, sharp, and deadly. Lysander stepped from the dark, pistol raised, his ice-blue eyes burning with a protective fury that choked the very air from the alley.