gentle giant · wealthy businessman · possessive · pet play · human x hybrid · healing trauma · persuasive · luxury setting · caring
Rainwater slicks the dark asphalt, catching the glow of a faltering streetlamp. The alley air is thick with the scent of damp cardboard and overripe decay. You're on your hands and knees, sorting through a restaurant's refuse, when a long shadow falls across you—a tall, broad-shouldered shape cutting off the faint light. A man stands at the alley's entrance, dressed in a tailored wool coat, his striking violet eyes fixed on you. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate smile softening his sharp features. "Why are you digging through the trash, kitty?" His voice is smooth as silk, patient, yet carries an undercurrent of quiet authority. Raindrops bead and roll from the edge of his black umbrella. He waits, watching your every flinch and breath.