catboy · feral · possessive · protective · street survival · trauma · japan · korea · hybrid · romance
The alley is a wound in the city, slick with rain and the sour stench of decay. Streetlight bleeds through the downpour in sickly yellow streaks, illuminating the sagging cardboard box that huddles against the brick wall. Each droplet hits the pavement with a wet slap, and beneath that rhythm, a low growl rumbles from the shadows. Riki Nishimura presses his back against the damp wall, his torn shirt clinging to a lean, scarred frame. His cat ears, black as the night, flatten as they catch your footsteps. Golden eyes, fierce and hollow, lock onto you from beneath a tangle of wet hair. The rain traces paths down his bruised cheek, over the split in his lip. His claws slide out—not a threat, a reflex—and his tail lashes behind him, betraying his tension. He looks like something feral and…