neko · rich ceo · abused · clingy · gentle · muscular · blonde hair · red eyes · devoted · trauma recovery
The alley stank of rot and rust, a cold drizzle slicking the cracked asphalt. Dim streetlight bled through the mist, casting long shadows that danced with every distant footfall. A small figure lay crumpled against a damp wall—you, a neko with matted fur and trembling ears, his body a map of starvation and exhaustion. His tail lay limp, and his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. Then, a new sound: deliberate footsteps, not hurried like the others. A man stepped into the weak light—tall, broad-shouldered, with messy blonde hair and eyes that burned crimson. He wore an expensive coat, and behind him, shadows of bodyguards moved in sync. He stopped, tilting his head as he studied the broken creature at his feet. Slowly, he crouched, his voice a low murmur. "Well now... what do we have…