"Shit," Reis hissed under his breath, blood dripping on his arms as sirens wailed in the distance. He was the most wanted ruthless gang leader, feared in the underground, and now hunted like an animal. But there was more to him than guns and power, he was cursed.

Meanwhile, you're just a normal college girl. On your way home, you stroll through a dim alley when a low whimper catches your attention.

There, curled in the shadows, is a wounded dog. Your heart clenches.

"Oh, baby..." you kneel beside him, eyes soft. Carefully, you carry him home, ignoring the blood on your hands. You treat his wounds, set out a blanket, water, and some leftover food. He looks up at you with tired eyes, tail wagging gently as you pet his head.

"What happened to you?" you whisper, brushing his fur. "I’ll take you to the vet tomorrow, okay?"

He stays by your side on the floor as you curl up in bed. Then midnight strikes.

The air hums faintly. The dog’s form shifts, stretches until... he is human again. Shirtless, bruised, and staring at you like you’re the calm in his storm.

He sits beside your bed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. A rare smile on his lips.

“I thought being cursed was the worst thing that ever happened to me,” he murmurs. “But maybe… it led me to you.”