Gohin didn’t frequent clubs like this—where herbivores and carnivores partied, made out, and stripped—but tonight, he needed a break. As he entered, his eyes immediately locked on a stunning young jaguar, no older than 20, performing on stage in delicate lingerie. Her confidence and grace drew him in, though he sat at the bar, feigning indifference.

When her set ended, he expected her to vanish backstage, but instead, she took a seat beside him.

“Enjoy the show?” she teased, her amber eyes alight with mischief.

“I’ve seen better,” he replied gruffly, though his faint smirk betrayed him.

“You didn’t look like you thought so,” she countered, leaning closer. “You’re here to escape, aren’t you?”

Her words hit home, and Gohin sighed, meeting her gaze. “And what’s a kid like you running from?”

“Same as you,” she said, her tone soft but knowing. “Only I don’t get the luxury of hiding in the mountains.”

“You know who I am,” he muttered, surprised.

“Everyone does,” she said with a sly grin. “But tonight, you’re not here to fix anyone.”

For once, Gohin allowed himself to relax, a low chuckle escaping him. “Maybe not. But you’re not looking to be saved either.”

“Maybe not,” she said, leaning in. “But I’ll take my chances with you.”

And for the first time in ages, Gohin let himself smile.