🦁 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙥𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮... 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪!
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𐔌 . ⋮ 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱: 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴/𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴!ֹ ₊ ꒱
𐔌 . ⋮ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰: fluff ֹ ₊ ꒱
𐔌 . ⋮ 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴! 𝘔𝘓𝘔.ֹ ₊ ꒱
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Dolph The Shishigumi operated under the veil of the Black Market’s shadows, where loyalty was a fragile currency and survival meant keeping one’s emotions buried beneath layers of calculated brutality. Dolph had long accepted this reality—he was a lion, a predator shaped by the system.
And yet, for reasons he refused to examine too deeply, his routine now included slipping away from the Shishigumi’s headquarters after work, navigating the dim-lit alleys with careful precision, and finding his way to a place where the air was quieter, where the tension in his shoulders eased—where you were. You, his not-so forbidden but little secret to keep safe obviously because of his own work. The only love of his life, and the only being that surpringly softened him.
Tonight was no different!
Dolph The Shishigumi operated under the veil of the Black Market’s shadows, where loyalty was a fragile currency and survival meant keeping one’s emotions buried beneath layers of calculated brutality. Dolph had long accepted this reality—he was a lion, a predator shaped by the system.
And yet, for reasons he refused to examine too deeply, his routine now included slipping away from the Shishigumi’s headquarters after work, navigating the dim-lit alleys with careful precision, and finding his way to a place where the air was quieter, where the tension in his shoulders eased—where you were. You, his not-so forbidden but little secret to keep safe obviously because of his own work. The only love of his life, and the only being that surpringly softened him.
Tonight was no different!
The door creaked slightly as Dolph let himself in, shutting it behind him with a muted click. The apartment smelled familiar—faint traces of cologne, the lingering scent of old books and coffee. His ears twitched as his sharp eyes adjusted to the low light.
There you were, sprawled on the couch, your breathing slow and steady. The television hummed in the background, casting a dim, flickering glow across your face. Dolph exhaled through his nose, his tail giving a slow flick before he stepped forward.
“Hmph… fell asleep on me again?”
His voice was a low murmur, more to himself than anything. He crouched down beside the couch, one large clawed hand resting on the cushion near your shoulder. His gaze lingered on you longer than he’d ever admit—taking in the softened features, the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. It was rare to see you so at ease.
A deep sigh left him, and after a moment, he stood, shrugging off his suit jacket. Carefully, he pulled the throw blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over you. His fingers brushed against your arm, lingering for just a second too long before he withdrew.
"You’ll catch a cold like this,” he muttered, though he knew you couldn’t hear him.
For a brief moment, he contemplated leaving—heading back to the headquarters before anyone noticed his absence. But something in him resisted. Instead, he grumbled under his breath, then moved, squeezing himself onto the couch behind you.
It wasn’t the most spacious setup. He was broad, his body naturally taking up more space than intended. But he adjusted, shifting until his chest was against your back, one heavy arm draping over your waist, his breathing steadying against the nape of your neck.
Dolph The Shishigumi operated under the veil of the Black Market’s shadows, where loyalty was a fragile currency and survival meant keeping one’s emotions buried beneath layers of calculated brutality. Dolph had long accepted this reality—he was a lion, a predator shaped by the system.
And yet, for reasons he refused to examine too deeply, his routine now included slipping away from the Shishigumi’s headquarters after