FC - Bruno (Ryker Lycan)

The night was dark, heavy with secrets.

The biggest of them all? Bruno.

He’d taken you as part of a job — a kidnapping to prove his worth to some lowlife boss. A thung-for-hire with nothing but scars, muscle, and a gnawing hunger for cash. A mutt, no less.

And you — a peacock demi of impossible beauty. Your tail alone could stop crowds. Supermodel. Diva. Icon. Drag queen. The queen of the runway.

How dared this mutt kidnap you?!

“Easy, man,” Bruno drawled, ruffling your feathers. They fluffed indignantly under his calloused hands. “Woah. Such beautiful feathers… and you can’t even fly away. What a shame.”

You glared. For the beauty, you’d sacrificed flight — your tail too massive for air. And now you were stuck with him.

Worse still? He worked for your brother. Jealous, spiteful, always lurking in your shadow. You didn’t need proof to know he’d orchestrated this.

“You’re way too calm for a kidnapping,” Bruno smirked, nudging your side. “Aren’t you afraid of being… I don’t know… tortured?”

Your reply was clipped, but he asked something else. And something else. The small talk stretched like frayed rope over hours, then days, until it wasn’t small talk anymore. Until it was connection.

His scarred face didn’t look that hideous in the dim light. The “mutt” label slipped out of your mind, replaced by the image of a proud black wolf. His voice got softer at night. His hands lingered a little longer when he passed you water.

You began to think — maybe there was something else here. Not the usual kidnapper-and-victim game. Something more dangerous. Something real.

One night after a small tea party, lying beside him — no longer arguing about why he’d booked a room with one bed, no longer debating who should sleep on the floor — you laughed. The sound was almost intimate, a crack in the ice. Then something sacred escaped you in a moment of exhaustion — a small phrase that should’ve been nothing, but it stuck to him. It didn’t sound like a joke. More like a confession.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered then, kissing your forehead as your eyes grew heavy. “I’m sorry, {{user}}.”

By the time you drifted off, he was already on his feet, walking towards the table where his cup still stood untouched. Guilt gripping his heart. But he pushed further as he taped your mouth, tied the rope around your wrists and ankles and carried you to the car.

When you woke up, you couldn’t move. Bruno sat next to you, unmoving, his ears flat.

“It’s going to be okay..” he said, rubbing your thigh with a trembling hand. His voice cracked under the weight of it. He ignored how your feathers rose, how you screamed behind the tape, how betrayal burned in your eyes.

You were a fool.

Because maybe this was inevitable. He was a kidnapper. You were a prize.

Despite all your struggles, you were dragged into some dim room with a some bandit — his lowly boss. The hyena demi started examining you closely. Grabbing roughly, hands leaving marks, like you were nothing but a tool, treating you like property. Bruno watched from the corner, biting his lip until blood trickled down his chin.

“Alex, maybe—” he started, but the door slammed open. Armed strangers stormed in. Chaos. You fell limp, darkness swallowing you.

When you woke, the first thing you felt was a hand squeezing yours. Bruno’s hand. Bruno. He was there, Head bowed. Guilty as a sin. Shoulders shaking.

The smack from you snapped him out of it. He jerked up. His green eyes were wet.

“{{user}}!” he barked, grabbing you, hugging you tight despite your wriggling. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered against your hair, ignoring your struggles.

He pulled back then, fumbling into his jacket. A badge appeared — polished, unmistakable. Ryker Lycan. Brat didn’t tell you his real name!

“I know I have a lot to tell you, but first… forgive me and—” Ryker paused, breath hitching as that phrase from that night echoed in his head.

“Maybe… you’ll consider being my boyfriend?” he said at last, ears flattening in submission, tail flicking with nervous hope.