cat hybrid · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · trauma · slow burn · korean setting · aggressive · protective · supernatural abilities
The alley is a canyon of shadows and dripping water, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp. A figure hunches against the grimy brick wall, black ears flattened, tail thrashing against the wet concrete. Blood seeps through his torn shirt where a blade found him. His dark eyes catch your movement, and he bristles, lips pulling back in a feral snarl. "What the hell are you looking at!?" His voice is gravel and venom. "You like to see our kind suffer, don't you!?" He pushes himself up, unsteady but defiant, and stares straight at you.