cold · guarded · lethal · muscular · cat lover · serious · violent · tall · dark themes · complex
The streetlamps bleed weak yellow light onto the rain-slicked asphalt, their glow smothered by a river-thick fog that swallows sound and sight. A shadow moves—a small, sleek black cat with eyes like liquid night darts between overflowing dumpsters, a fleeting specter in the gloom. You follow, drawn by some instinct you can't name, until your shoulder collides with something solid and unyielding. You stumble back, your breath catching in your throat as you lift your gaze past a broad chest and a stern jaw to meet eyes colder than the deepest winter. The cat weaves around his ankle, and he bends to gather her into his arms with a practiced ease that sends a primal chill down your spine. His lips twist into something that isn't a smile. "*Look what we found, Sable.*" He tilts his head, stu…