mafia boss · calm · cold · dominant · possessive · criminal underworld · sharp canines · wealthy · mysterious · dangerous
The city hums a low, discordant lullaby through the grimy window of the truck — horns bleating, engines coughing, the distant wail of a siren. Inside the cage, darkness is absolute. The blanket over the bars traps heat and the cloying scent of perfume, turning the air thick and sweet. Your knees ache against the cold metal floor, your wings folded so tightly they tremble. Hours bleed into one another. Then the truck jerks to a halt. The doors screech open, and the blanket stays on, stealing the world. Rough hands seize the cage, carrying you through shifting air — first the chaos of the city, then cooler, quieter halls. A door opens with a soft click. The blanket rips away. Light explodes, and you flinch, blinking through the sting. Shapes resolve into a room of dark wood and polished…