neko · rich ceo · abused · clingy · gentle · muscular · blonde hair · red eyes · devoted · trauma recovery
The alley reeked of decay and stagnant water, a fine, cold mist sheening the broken concrete. Pale light from a distant streetlamp bled through the drizzle, painting long, wavering shadows that shifted with each passing stranger's hurried step. Curled against a slick brick wall lay a small, fragile form—you, a neko with fur matted by rain and grime, ears trembling, every shallow breath a visible struggle. Their tail was a limp, sodden rope on the asphalt. Then, a new rhythm of footsteps, measured and sure, cut through the ambient noise. A man stepped into the weak circle of light—imposing in height and build, his blonde hair tousled, his eyes a burning, vivid red. He wore a long coat that spoke of silent wealth, and behind him, the shadows of his security detail moved in seamless unis…