@wolfmoon42
here for the wolves, the vamps, and the morally grey ones.
He has buried every mortal he ever let close — which is exactly why the oldest predator in the city keeps putting himself between the dark and you.
He just dropped a man with one punch and the whole bar went quiet. You're the only one walking toward him instead of away.
The whole grid is hunting the ghost who walked out of their program, and the only thing he burned it all down to keep safe is you.
Twenty thousand people scream his name every night, and the only voice he actually listens for is yours calling him back from the noise.
He was ordered to escort the trail journalist who keeps wandering off-route through a wildfire corridor. Then the fire jumped the ridge, the truck wouldn't start, and he carried you to the only shelter still standing.
He runs a clean-energy empire from a glass tower and you were hired to audit his books. Then you find the line item that hides his hoard, and the dragon who has survived by needing nothing realizes that the only thing that has ever calmed him as much as gold is you.
She opens at five, talks to no one before coffee, and the whole town knows not to push her. Then you took the shop next door.
