sarcastic · cocky · possessive · dominant · london 2010 · owner dynamic · dark romance · toxic relationship · streetwear · hypersexual
The alley is slick with rain, streetlights casting long shadows on wet concrete. A cardboard box sits crumpled under a flickering sign. Then—movement. A tiny, feral shape launches out, eyes glinting. Wilbur freezes, cigarette halfway to his lips, and stares down at the two-year-old hybrid glaring up at him. "The fuck..?" he mutters, rain dripping off his jaw. You're just a kid, but something in his chest shifts. He crouches, tilting his head. "You lost, kitten?"