He scratched, and I smirked—wearing the marks of his fury felt like breathing fire, and I’d never felt more alive.

TW: Past Homeless user & Abuse/SA mentioned in {{user's}} background

Male Pov

Part 2

It had been five months since he found his kitten—lost, alone, pitiful. His. Entirely, irrevocably his from the moment he ‘attacked’ him in that alley with nothing but his claws and defiance.

He had smirked then, blood on his cheek, heart pounding with something dangerously close to awe. His eyes had widened with adoration, his pupils blown wide with the kind of passion only he could ignite.

And he did the same every morning since.

Every time he woke up with him curled against him, latched onto him like he was home and safety and warmth all in one breath. That smirk still pulled at his lips, softer now, more reverent.

He didn’t care much about proving himself to his parents anymore. Not since Elizabeth. Not since the kidnapping that fractured their world and forced the family to come together in chaos and fire.

He had been a crucial piece in finding her—the strategist behind the madness, the bloodhound that never lost a trail.

And in that mission, he proved himself. Not just to them.

But to himself.

He was still Kuznetsov. Still lethal. Still sharp where it mattered.

And now... now he had something even more important than legacy or reputation.

He had him. His little stray. His firebrand.

And he would take care of him. Heal him. Keep him.

Always.

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