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Summary: An unexpected announcement has you fearing for your life the day before a very important interview.
BRING HIM BACK BRO
Linkon was a bit darker than usual. The seasons were shifting again, and the sun was disappearing much quicker than a few weeks ago.
I should’ve prepared better.
You had an important job interview in the morning, but unfortunately couldn’t find the outfit you were planning to wear to your interview. In all fairness, you had just moved to this apartment complex in Linkon City and most of your stuff was still packed away in boxes scattered across the small apartment.
Sirens wailed somewhere in the city as you tightened your grip on the plastic shopping bag. A department store downtown was open a little later than expected, so you dashed over to find business attire.
I definitely should’ve called a cab…
You weren’t used to the city yet or the sounds and you had gotten lost twice on your way to the store. Luckily, you had read up on Linkon before moving out here. The crime rate was lower than neighboring cities- but that didn’t mean it was zero. At least you only had about twenty more minutes before you were due to arrive home.
Surely it wouldn’t be too bad… right?
The wind sweeps your hair over your shoulder and you shudder, pulling your coat tighter. There was hardly a soul on the streets. Once the work day had ended, many residents had hurried home to beat the small bit of rain that had left the city in a cold and wet state.
A noise rings out over the now distant sirens. Not just any noise; nothing like the typical city noises of car horns honking or the birds chirping.
A howl.
Not one of the neighborhood dogs could’ve ever made a sound like that.
Swallowing hard, you hesitantly crane your head over your shoulder but only see the empty downtown streets.
You pick up the pace.
You check the maps on your phone once again. The light blue line lights up as it zigzags through the city’s layout. The glowing route bent sharply to the right, not at the intersection over a mile away, but a dark alleyway.
You scoff, checking your surroundings briefly again for anything before clicking the ‘alternative’ route option. A few other blue arrows pop up, but they would’ve all added at least fifteen more minutes.
The phone rapidly buzzes in your hands as an alert covers the gps.
A warning.
Emergency Alert: A high-risk beast has been reportedly sighted within Linkon City. Residents are advised to stay indoors and secure all doors and windows.
Fifteen minutes was time you did not have.
The woods were miles away from Linkon City. There’s no way you should’ve heard a wolf this far out, then again, the alert didn’t mention a wolf… but a beast.
Besides worrying about the potential threat in the city, you still had a lot of unpacking to do and you needed to throw the new clothes in the washing machine.
Shit.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you decide to follow the original path no matter how creepy.
The alleyway was deserted, which you were grateful for. Rainwater glistens across the cracked pavement and a large dumpster stands crooked off to the side with a few pieces of trash scattered.
A thin curtain of fog drifted towards the end of the alley, swallowing whatever was waiting on the other side.
Another howl.
Closer.
A crash was heard coming from a small and narrow turn. You stop cold, holding your breath.
The sound of something smacking metal ricocheted across the alley.
A muffled yelp.
Then a dull smack.
Oh no.
Everything in your body was telling you to turn around and take the extra fifteen minutes of walking, but the alley was too narrow to sprint back without drawing attention.
Cautiously you took one step forward, praying whatever was around the corner stayed there.
Then another.
Suddenly, a body. A man.
He crashes against the pavement and scrambles around to get up.
Another figure emerges from the same small corner, stalking over the first with a deadly gaze.
Neither has spotted you yet.
The larger figure stands over the man on the ground, his thick boots splashing against the small puddles.
The figure grabs the man by the front of his shirt with his gloved hands.
“If I ever see you around my territory again-”
He had stopped.
Shit.
Slowly, the figures head turned.
You’re silent for the most part- unless the guy can hear your heart beating rapidly against your chest.
Oh my god.
He wasn’t looking at the terrified man anymore. He was looking at you.
This is not how I die.
The man on the floor writhes underneath the figures hold. His loud grunts are the only sound cutting between you and the figures stare.
The man takes the distraction as an opportunity to bolt. He doesn’t even spare you or the mysterious figure another glance as he scrambles into a run and disappears through the foggy exit.
The hooded man stands up straight and watches the guy escape.
Run. Run right now.
The figure slowly turns back to you.
You quickly pivot on your heels, but then…
“Hey!”
The figures loud voice cuts off your movements. Every muscle locks and you swear your throat starts to get tighter too. Letting out a shaky whimper, your brain quickly tries to process the options.
If you did run, you had no idea if he was armed. He could catch you- kill you even.
Tears quickly lined your waterline like a burning dam about to burst.
I should’ve just splurged for same-day delivery.
Your watery gaze flickers up to him and from the moonlight beaming down through the clouds, you notice his bright golden eyes underneath the hood that covers most of his face.
Swallowing the thick knot forming in your throat, you shake your head and hold out your hands in defense.
“L-look, I didn’t see anything, I’m just trying to go home—”
The guy clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “You haven’t been watching the news, have you?”
His voice was deep, very masculine. He kicks a dented can across the floor. You practically flinch, taking a step back as he takes one closer.
This time, he raises his own hands. “If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be talking to me.”
Your body positions itself to run if need be. There’s no way you trust him.
“I’m just a little pissed you interrupted my evening. You distracted me enough to let that guy go.”
Your eyes look away from his, heat filling up your face. What a great way this night is ending. This was so weird.
“Let me just go h-home, a-and you can find him again.” You say, failing to hide the tremble in your voice.
The stranger waves off your words, “Nah, he got the message.”
The stranger continues to stare.
You swallow again, the tears finally trickling down your face. A fat droplet dribbled down your cheek and falls to the ground, splattering across the pavement.
The stranger head raises, tilting towards the sky as he inhales deeply.
Is he… sniffing the air?
“Go home.” The figure says sharply.
Your head cranes to the side. Confusion has you furrowing your eyebrows as your gaze flickers to the length of the alleyway behind him.
“What?”
The man takes a few more steps closer, slow and deliberate. On instinct, you step back.
His voice lowers, “Go home.”
A gust of wind scatters the trash farther from the dumpster. The billowing breeze sweeps up, carrying your hair in its wake and even knocks the figures leather hood off of his head.
The material collapses against his neck and you could finally make out his features. A chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones caught the full moons glow, but what held you captive was the sharp glare coming from his ominous golden eyes.
Above those captivating eyes was short kept hair that reflected strangely under the moonlight, almost the color of faded wine. Must’ve been a trick of the moon… Your eyes finally settle to what sits atop his hair.
A pair of wolf ears.
The same dusty auburn color of his hair.
Your breath gets caught.
It had to be a practical joke of some sort. You almost didn’t believe it until they twitched.
Finally, the stranger latches onto your wrist, his grip tight as those eyes of his bore themselves into your soul.
“Go home,” he grits, yanking you past him in the direction of the exit. “I won’t ask nicely again.”
Thousands of questions run through your mind and your brain couldn’t fathom an answer for a single one. None of this made sense.
You turn around to meet the stranger again, but he was gone. Your stomach tilts and your eyes scan the alley for any sign of him.
You blink.
Not a damn thing.
He just disappeared.
Then, another howl pierces the stillness of the night.
But it wasn’t as close as it had sounded before. If anything, it was farther now.
It takes a few minutes for you to move, your bones frigid with fear. Gripping the bag in your hands, you shakily put one foot in front of the other and continue your path home.
The next morning, the sun shines high in the sky, greeting Linkon with a warm morning despite the chill from last night.
You smooth over your pencil skirt as you step out of the cab. Dozens of people bustled loudly through the square with their briefcases and cellphones pressed tightly to their ears. An opposite reflection compared to last night.
You throw your empty latte cup in the trash as you enter the building to EonCore Tech.
The receptionist smiles at you as you approach the desk.
You give her the information about your interview and woman nods, her fingers scatter across the keyboard.
Her head tilts to the side, “Oh, Maria actually called in sick today. Poor thing caught a cold from the weather last night. We’re actually going to have one of our executives conduct your interview today.”
“Oh, okay, that sounds great.” It actually didn’t. One of the executives? Now your nerves were really shot.
“I’ll have one of our interns show you up.” The receptionist smiles again, before handing you a guest pass which you clip onto your blouse.
A lanky boy, looking no older than twenty, escorts you up the elevator. He makes a bit of small talk to cover the droning hum of the lift.
You were only half-paying attention, focused more on the scenery of Linkon City descending outside the glass window.
It wasn’t until he mentioned the emergency alert from last night, that you focused more on his story.
“Yeah, I kept hearing these noises, then I look out the window and the whole city seemed deserted.” The boy mentions, fiddling with the lanyard around his neck. “I could hardly sleep last night.”
You nod at his words, giving him a tight lipped smile, “you have no idea.”
The elevator chimes, interrupting your conversation and the boy leads you down the carpeted hallway.
“You’re interview will be taking place here,” he explains and knocks on the tinted glass door.
A deep ‘come in’ is heard and the boy peeks his head inside.
“I have your next interview ready.”
“Good, send them in.”
The boy opens the door wider for you, “good luck, Miss.”
You smile warmly at him and step in the office.
You take a deep breath as a mental reminder to relax, but when your eyes meet the man’s sitting at the desk, your stomach practically drops to your feet.
Those golden eyes…
Your pulse thunders in your ears.
Last night wasn’t some crazy nightmare. It was real. He was real.
A look of surprise jumps on the man’s face before he shakes it away and offers you a smirk.
Visions from last night replay in your head. Your eyes flick to the top of his head.
No wolf ears. Just those short wisps of faded wine-colored hair. He wasn’t clad in leather either. Instead, he wore a crisp navy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his tanned arms.
He stands up and extends a hand.
You stare at the outstretched hand no longer covered by leather gloves like they were last night.
“Go on, I don’t bite.”
A light flush coats your cheeks and snaps you out of your frazzled state.
Be professional.
Cautiously, you reach out as well, shaking his calloused palm the coolness of the large ring he wore seeps into your skin.
I wanted an au! card of Valko and him being like the dog whisperer of Linkon city.
Like imagine going on regular errands with him and he happens to find stray dogs and rescue them everywhere he goes. Bro would show up to your door with a family of chihuahuas, refusing to leave them unless it’s to their forever home.
Imagine him coaxing a timid dog out of an abandoned house and managing to make the animals trust him cause of his wolfy instincts.
The love and Deepspace account (English/US account) has lost over 100k followers on tik tok in just 4 days. Instagram, they’ve lost about 83k (maybe more or less).
Not sure about Twitter/x cause I never use it, but if anyone has a rough idea of what their original following was before the boycott! They’re around 656.4k rn.
Infold HAS to say something. There is absolutely no way they can be trying to wait this out.
valko's first time watching fireworks doesn't exactly go according to plan...
wc: 1193
content: sfw, fireworks, valko is scared of the fireworks, cuddling sappy stuff, not proofread
you absolutely adored fireworks! the colors, the atmosphere, the food that came along with it… it was one of your favorite times of the year.
so naturally, when you started dating valko, you invited him to a celebration to watch fireworks. he’d told you that his pack didn’t celebrate many holidays, and that he’d never been to something like that.
valko was having a great time at first, eating hot dog after hot dog and burger after burger. he was acclimatizing well!
you saved the two of you a nice spot on the top of a hill, perfectly set up so you can see the fireworks display. you were laying on a blanket covering the grass, head in valko’s lap as he played with your hair.
“you’re gonna love it, valko! there’s always a firework for everyone. me personally, i really like the ones that have like 20 little pops and they go tssss.” you ramble, looking up into valko’s eager eyes.
he looked as excited as you felt, and you were sure if his tail was out it’d be wagging.
“will they hit us?” he asks out of curiosity more than fear.
you shake your head. “ash sometimes hits you, but only if you’re close-”
you’re interrupted by a ‘fwoop’ of a firework shooting into the air, followed quickly by a loud bang!
you turn and look at the sky as bright shades of reds and purples streak across the abyss.
valko’s hand tightened in your hair at the boom, but you just assumed it was because he was caught off guard. it wasn’t until they set off two more fireworks thag you started to worry.
valko flinched at every boom, his thighs beneath your head quivering and shaking like a leaf in a tornado.
you frowned and sat up, turning to look at him. “whats wrong? hey, oh gosh, it’s okay-”
your poor boyfriend was covering his ears and shaking all over, his eyes wide and full of terror. you’d never seen him look scared! not even when you fought a hoard of wanderers or when he almost choked on a chicken wing.
you were about to reach out and hold his face when they set off a bigger firework than before, the boom twice as loud as the previous ones. poor valko jumped up and ran away, much like scooby-doo in the cartoons, his feet moving but his position not changing.
you jumped up and chased after him, but damn your hour of daily cardio stood no chance against a werewolf in fight-or-flight.
you called out for him and searched for valko for 15 minutes before you found him cowering and whimpering in fear under a small bridge in the park you were at.
“valko!” you crouched down in front of him and pressed your hands on top of his, muffling the bangs and booms even more. “it’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you- shit, i’m sorry, i forgot about your hearing sensitivity.”
valko whimpered and leaned his forehead against your chest, trying to hide. his body was trembling against yours.
a few minutes pass and he seems to have calmed down a bit, the noise muffled enough for him to relax. valko pulls his head away from you and looks over your shoulder at the fireworks lighting up the sky.
he flinches every time one explodes, but he still watches for you.
by the end of the firework display, he’s calmed down enough that he’s smiling. but that wasn't enough for you.
“valko, i am so so sorry, i’m a terrible partner, i didn’t even think about the noise-” you hug him, scratching his head.
valko hums at the sensation and nuzzles your neck. the sudden lack of noise makes the air sound like it’s buzzing to him, the only other noise being people chatting quietly as they walk to their cars.
“hey, it’s okay, i didn’t think about it either. i should've known it would be loud when i saw kids with headphones.” he pulls back and smiles at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “can we get me some of those for next year?”
you gawk at him. “next year? you seriously want to come back?”
valko nods and leans back against a supporting beam of the bridge, pulling you into his lap. “of course, you love them. and i kinda ruined your experience this year… i’ll make it up to you next year.”
you scoff. “‘ko, if anything I ruined your experience. i could've planned better, we could've watched them from the car miles away, i could’ve gotten you headphone, i could have-”
“shhhh, enough. there’s no point in ‘would’ve could've should’ves’, it’s over with. i had a good time.” he comforts you. “and you were right, there is a firework for everyone.”
you finally smile at that, the anxiety seeping out of you slowly. maybe, despite it all, valko actually did have a good time. “oh yeah? which one did you like?”
“i liked the ones that went up like…” he mimics it with his hand, dragging his fingers up and spreading them out, before ‘exploding’ them.
you laugh and nuzzle your head into his chest. “i like those too. which colors were your favorite?”
to your surprise, valko answers quickly. “i like the yellow and blue ones.”
you raise an eyebrow and look at him like he’s crazy. “really? that’s.. an interesting combination. i didn’t even see any yellow and blue ones together.”
valko frowns. “they were all yellow and blue.”
“what? no they weren’t! there were red, orange, yellow, green, purple, blue, white, cream- how fid you only see yellow and blue?!” you ramble passionately. had valko somehow managed to only look up when they shot off yellow or blue fireworks?
uh, why was he looking at you like that? valko’s lips were quivering as he held back from laughing.
you growl lowly, annoyed, and flick his fuzzy ears that had popped out sometime in the whole ordeal. “what’s so funny, fuzzball?”
valko finally breaks, laughing in your face. “you’re forgetting a very important detail, sweetheart.” he points to one of his eyes.
your heart sinks and your face flushes with embarrassment. “you’re colorblind- oh my gosh, valko!” you smack his shoulder. “why the hell would you let me drag you to something that is too loud for you and not even pretty! uggghhh this was a waste of your time, i’m sorry.”
valko pulls you against him and laughs. “this wasn’t a waste of my time, you were so happy for those first few fireworks!”
“but you can’t even see what they’re supposed to look like.” you murmur against his chest, feeling deflated. this entire night had gone to shit, and you felt like a terrible partner for not considering his limitations.
valko shook his head. “i see the entire world that way- i see you that way. is that a waste?”
you grumble out a halfhearted ‘no’.
he smiles and pats your head. “see? then it wasn’t a waste. next year, we’ll have an even better time. maybe i’ll get some colorblind glasses to wear with my headphones!”
a/n: happy fourth of july to anyone who celebrates!!
Summary: An unexpected announcement has you fearing for your life the day before a very important interview.
BRING HIM BACK BRO
Linkon was a bit darker than usual. The seasons were shifting again, and the sun was disappearing much quicker than a few weeks ago.
I should’ve prepared better.
You had an important job interview in the morning, but unfortunately couldn’t find the outfit you were planning to wear to your interview. In all fairness, you had just moved to this apartment complex in Linkon City and most of your stuff was still packed away in boxes scattered across the small apartment.
Sirens wailed somewhere in the city as you tightened your grip on the plastic shopping bag. A department store downtown was open a little later than expected, so you dashed over to find business attire.
I definitely should’ve called a cab…
You weren’t used to the city yet or the sounds and you had gotten lost twice on your way to the store. Luckily, you had read up on Linkon before moving out here. The crime rate was lower than neighboring cities- but that didn’t mean it was zero. At least you only had about twenty more minutes before you were due to arrive home.
Surely it wouldn’t be too bad… right?
The wind sweeps your hair over your shoulder and you shudder, pulling your coat tighter. There was hardly a soul on the streets. Once the work day had ended, many residents had hurried home to beat the small bit of rain that had left the city in a cold and wet state.
A noise rings out over the now distant sirens. Not just any noise; nothing like the typical city noises of car horns honking or the birds chirping.
A howl.
Not one of the neighborhood dogs could’ve ever made a sound like that.
Swallowing hard, you hesitantly crane your head over your shoulder but only see the empty downtown streets.
You pick up the pace.
You check the maps on your phone once again. The light blue line lights up as it zigzags through the city’s layout. The glowing route bent sharply to the right, not at the intersection over a mile away, but a dark alleyway.
You scoff, checking your surroundings briefly again for anything before clicking the ‘alternative’ route option. A few other blue arrows pop up, but they would’ve all added at least fifteen more minutes.
The phone rapidly buzzes in your hands as an alert covers the gps.
A warning.
Emergency Alert: A high-risk beast has been reportedly sighted within Linkon City. Residents are advised to stay indoors and secure all doors and windows.
Fifteen minutes was time you did not have.
The woods were miles away from Linkon City. There’s no way you should’ve heard a wolf this far out, then again, the alert didn’t mention a wolf… but a beast.
Besides worrying about the potential threat in the city, you still had a lot of unpacking to do and you needed to throw the new clothes in the washing machine.
Shit.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you decide to follow the original path no matter how creepy.
The alleyway was deserted, which you were grateful for. Rainwater glistens across the cracked pavement and a large dumpster stands crooked off to the side with a few pieces of trash scattered.
A thin curtain of fog drifted towards the end of the alley, swallowing whatever was waiting on the other side.
Another howl.
Closer.
A crash was heard coming from a small and narrow turn. You stop cold, holding your breath.
The sound of something smacking metal ricocheted across the alley.
A muffled yelp.
Then a dull smack.
Oh no.
Everything in your body was telling you to turn around and take the extra fifteen minutes of walking, but the alley was too narrow to sprint back without drawing attention.
Cautiously you took one step forward, praying whatever was around the corner stayed there.
Then another.
Suddenly, a body. A man.
He crashes against the pavement and scrambles around to get up.
Another figure emerges from the same small corner, stalking over the first with a deadly gaze.
Neither has spotted you yet.
The larger figure stands over the man on the ground, his thick boots splashing against the small puddles.
The figure grabs the man by the front of his shirt with his gloved hands.
“If I ever see you around my territory again-”
He had stopped.
Shit.
Slowly, the figures head turned.
You’re silent for the most part- unless the guy can hear your heart beating rapidly against your chest.
Oh my god.
He wasn’t looking at the terrified man anymore. He was looking at you.
This is not how I die.
The man on the floor writhes underneath the figures hold. His loud grunts are the only sound cutting between you and the figures stare.
The man takes the distraction as an opportunity to bolt. He doesn’t even spare you or the mysterious figure another glance as he scrambles into a run and disappears through the foggy exit.
The hooded man stands up straight and watches the guy escape.
Run. Run right now.
The figure slowly turns back to you.
You quickly pivot on your heels, but then…
“Hey!”
The figures loud voice cuts off your movements. Every muscle locks and you swear your throat starts to get tighter too. Letting out a shaky whimper, your brain quickly tries to process the options.
If you did run, you had no idea if he was armed. He could catch you- kill you even.
Tears quickly lined your waterline like a burning dam about to burst.
I should’ve just splurged for same-day delivery.
Your watery gaze flickers up to him and from the moonlight beaming down through the clouds, you notice his bright golden eyes underneath the hood that covers most of his face.
Swallowing the thick knot forming in your throat, you shake your head and hold out your hands in defense.
“L-look, I didn’t see anything, I’m just trying to go home—”
The guy clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “You haven’t been watching the news, have you?”
His voice was deep, very masculine. He kicks a dented can across the floor. You practically flinch, taking a step back as he takes one closer.
This time, he raises his own hands. “If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be talking to me.”
Your body positions itself to run if need be. There’s no way you trust him.
“I’m just a little pissed you interrupted my evening. You distracted me enough to let that guy go.”
Your eyes look away from his, heat filling up your face. What a great way this night is ending. This was so weird.
“Let me just go h-home, a-and you can find him again.” You say, failing to hide the tremble in your voice.
The stranger waves off your words, “Nah, he got the message.”
The stranger continues to stare.
You swallow again, the tears finally trickling down your face. A fat droplet dribbled down your cheek and falls to the ground, splattering across the pavement.
The stranger head raises, tilting towards the sky as he inhales deeply.
Is he… sniffing the air?
“Go home.” The figure says sharply.
Your head cranes to the side. Confusion has you furrowing your eyebrows as your gaze flickers to the length of the alleyway behind him.
“What?”
The man takes a few more steps closer, slow and deliberate. On instinct, you step back.
His voice lowers, “Go home.”
A gust of wind scatters the trash farther from the dumpster. The billowing breeze sweeps up, carrying your hair in its wake and even knocks the figures leather hood off of his head.
The material collapses against his neck and you could finally make out his features. A chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones caught the full moons glow, but what held you captive was the sharp glare coming from his ominous golden eyes.
Above those captivating eyes was short kept hair that reflected strangely under the moonlight, almost the color of faded wine. Must’ve been a trick of the moon… Your eyes finally settle to what sits atop his hair.
A pair of wolf ears.
The same dusty auburn color of his hair.
Your breath gets caught.
It had to be a practical joke of some sort. You almost didn’t believe it until they twitched.
Finally, the stranger latches onto your wrist, his grip tight as those eyes of his bore themselves into your soul.
“Go home,” he grits, yanking you past him in the direction of the exit. “I won’t ask nicely again.”
Thousands of questions run through your mind and your brain couldn’t fathom an answer for a single one. None of this made sense.
You turn around to meet the stranger again, but he was gone. Your stomach tilts and your eyes scan the alley for any sign of him.
You blink.
Not a damn thing.
He just disappeared.
Then, another howl pierces the stillness of the night.
But it wasn’t as close as it had sounded before. If anything, it was farther now.
It takes a few minutes for you to move, your bones frigid with fear. Gripping the bag in your hands, you shakily put one foot in front of the other and continue your path home.
The next morning, the sun shines high in the sky, greeting Linkon with a warm morning despite the chill from last night.
You smooth over your pencil skirt as you step out of the cab. Dozens of people bustled loudly through the square with their briefcases and cellphones pressed tightly to their ears. An opposite reflection compared to last night.
You throw your empty latte cup in the trash as you enter the building to EonCore Tech.
The receptionist smiles at you as you approach the desk.
You give her the information about your interview and woman nods, her fingers scatter across the keyboard.
Her head tilts to the side, “Oh, Maria actually called in sick today. Poor thing caught a cold from the weather last night. We’re actually going to have one of our executives conduct your interview today.”
“Oh, okay, that sounds great.” It actually didn’t. One of the executives? Now your nerves were really shot.
“I’ll have one of our interns show you up.” The receptionist smiles again, before handing you a guest pass which you clip onto your blouse.
A lanky boy, looking no older than twenty, escorts you up the elevator. He makes a bit of small talk to cover the droning hum of the lift.
You were only half-paying attention, focused more on the scenery of Linkon City descending outside the glass window.
It wasn’t until he mentioned the emergency alert from last night, that you focused more on his story.
“Yeah, I kept hearing these noises, then I look out the window and the whole city seemed deserted.” The boy mentions, fiddling with the lanyard around his neck. “I could hardly sleep last night.”
You nod at his words, giving him a tight lipped smile, “you have no idea.”
The elevator chimes, interrupting your conversation and the boy leads you down the carpeted hallway.
“You’re interview will be taking place here,” he explains and knocks on the tinted glass door.
A deep ‘come in’ is heard and the boy peeks his head inside.
“I have your next interview ready.”
“Good, send them in.”
The boy opens the door wider for you, “good luck, Miss.”
You smile warmly at him and step in the office.
You take a deep breath as a mental reminder to relax, but when your eyes meet the man’s sitting at the desk, your stomach practically drops to your feet.
Those golden eyes…
Your pulse thunders in your ears.
Last night wasn’t some crazy nightmare. It was real. He was real.
A look of surprise jumps on the man’s face before he shakes it away and offers you a smirk.
Visions from last night replay in your head. Your eyes flick to the top of his head.
No wolf ears. Just those short wisps of faded wine-colored hair. He wasn’t clad in leather either. Instead, he wore a crisp navy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his tanned arms.
He stands up and extends a hand.
You stare at the outstretched hand no longer covered by leather gloves like they were last night.
“Go on, I don’t bite.”
A light flush coats your cheeks and snaps you out of your frazzled state.
Be professional.
Cautiously, you reach out as well, shaking his calloused palm the coolness of the large ring he wore seeps into your skin.
Summary: An unexpected announcement has you fearing for your life the day before a very important interview.
BRING HIM BACK BRO
Linkon was a bit darker than usual. The seasons were shifting again, and the sun was disappearing much quicker than a few weeks ago.
I should’ve prepared better.
You had an important job interview in the morning, but unfortunately couldn’t find the outfit you were planning to wear to your interview. In all fairness, you had just moved to this apartment complex in Linkon City and most of your stuff was still packed away in boxes scattered across the small apartment.
Sirens wailed somewhere in the city as you tightened your grip on the plastic shopping bag. A department store downtown was open a little later than expected, so you dashed over to find business attire.
I definitely should’ve called a cab…
You weren’t used to the city yet or the sounds and you had gotten lost twice on your way to the store. Luckily, you had read up on Linkon before moving out here. The crime rate was lower than neighboring cities- but that didn’t mean it was zero. At least you only had about twenty more minutes before you were due to arrive home.
Surely it wouldn’t be too bad… right?
The wind sweeps your hair over your shoulder and you shudder, pulling your coat tighter. There was hardly a soul on the streets. Once the work day had ended, many residents had hurried home to beat the small bit of rain that had left the city in a cold and wet state.
A noise rings out over the now distant sirens. Not just any noise; nothing like the typical city noises of car horns honking or the birds chirping.
A howl.
Not one of the neighborhood dogs could’ve ever made a sound like that.
Swallowing hard, you hesitantly crane your head over your shoulder but only see the empty downtown streets.
You pick up the pace.
You check the maps on your phone once again. The light blue line lights up as it zigzags through the city’s layout. The glowing route bent sharply to the right, not at the intersection over a mile away, but a dark alleyway.
You scoff, checking your surroundings briefly again for anything before clicking the ‘alternative’ route option. A few other blue arrows pop up, but they would’ve all added at least fifteen more minutes.
The phone rapidly buzzes in your hands as an alert covers the gps.
A warning.
Emergency Alert: A high-risk beast has been reportedly sighted within Linkon City. Residents are advised to stay indoors and secure all doors and windows.
Fifteen minutes was time you did not have.
The woods were miles away from Linkon City. There’s no way you should’ve heard a wolf this far out, then again, the alert didn’t mention a wolf… but a beast.
Besides worrying about the potential threat in the city, you still had a lot of unpacking to do and you needed to throw the new clothes in the washing machine.
Shit.
Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you decide to follow the original path no matter how creepy.
The alleyway was deserted, which you were grateful for. Rainwater glistens across the cracked pavement and a large dumpster stands crooked off to the side with a few pieces of trash scattered.
A thin curtain of fog drifted towards the end of the alley, swallowing whatever was waiting on the other side.
Another howl.
Closer.
A crash was heard coming from a small and narrow turn. You stop cold, holding your breath.
The sound of something smacking metal ricocheted across the alley.
A muffled yelp.
Then a dull smack.
Oh no.
Everything in your body was telling you to turn around and take the extra fifteen minutes of walking, but the alley was too narrow to sprint back without drawing attention.
Cautiously you took one step forward, praying whatever was around the corner stayed there.
Then another.
Suddenly, a body. A man.
He crashes against the pavement and scrambles around to get up.
Another figure emerges from the same small corner, stalking over the first with a deadly gaze.
Neither has spotted you yet.
The larger figure stands over the man on the ground, his thick boots splashing against the small puddles.
The figure grabs the man by the front of his shirt with his gloved hands.
“If I ever see you around my territory again-”
He had stopped.
Shit.
Slowly, the figures head turned.
You’re silent for the most part- unless the guy can hear your heart beating rapidly against your chest.
Oh my god.
He wasn’t looking at the terrified man anymore. He was looking at you.
This is not how I die.
The man on the floor writhes underneath the figures hold. His loud grunts are the only sound cutting between you and the figures stare.
The man takes the distraction as an opportunity to bolt. He doesn’t even spare you or the mysterious figure another glance as he scrambles into a run and disappears through the foggy exit.
The hooded man stands up straight and watches the guy escape.
Run. Run right now.
The figure slowly turns back to you.
You quickly pivot on your heels, but then…
“Hey!”
The figures loud voice cuts off your movements. Every muscle locks and you swear your throat starts to get tighter too. Letting out a shaky whimper, your brain quickly tries to process the options.
If you did run, you had no idea if he was armed. He could catch you- kill you even.
Tears quickly lined your waterline like a burning dam about to burst.
I should’ve just splurged for same-day delivery.
Your watery gaze flickers up to him and from the moonlight beaming down through the clouds, you notice his bright golden eyes underneath the hood that covers most of his face.
Swallowing the thick knot forming in your throat, you shake your head and hold out your hands in defense.
“L-look, I didn’t see anything, I’m just trying to go home—”
The guy clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “You haven’t been watching the news, have you?”
His voice was deep, very masculine. He kicks a dented can across the floor. You practically flinch, taking a step back as he takes one closer.
This time, he raises his own hands. “If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be talking to me.”
Your body positions itself to run if need be. There’s no way you trust him.
“I’m just a little pissed you interrupted my evening. You distracted me enough to let that guy go.”
Your eyes look away from his, heat filling up your face. What a great way this night is ending. This was so weird.
“Let me just go h-home, a-and you can find him again.” You say, failing to hide the tremble in your voice.
The stranger waves off your words, “Nah, he got the message.”
The stranger continues to stare.
You swallow again, the tears finally trickling down your face. A fat droplet dribbled down your cheek and falls to the ground, splattering across the pavement.
The stranger head raises, tilting towards the sky as he inhales deeply.
Is he… sniffing the air?
“Go home.” The figure says sharply.
Your head cranes to the side. Confusion has you furrowing your eyebrows as your gaze flickers to the length of the alleyway behind him.
“What?”
The man takes a few more steps closer, slow and deliberate. On instinct, you step back.
His voice lowers, “Go home.”
A gust of wind scatters the trash farther from the dumpster. The billowing breeze sweeps up, carrying your hair in its wake and even knocks the figures leather hood off of his head.
The material collapses against his neck and you could finally make out his features. A chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones caught the full moons glow, but what held you captive was the sharp glare coming from his ominous golden eyes.
Above those captivating eyes was short kept hair that reflected strangely under the moonlight, almost the color of faded wine. Must’ve been a trick of the moon… Your eyes finally settle to what sits atop his hair.
A pair of wolf ears.
The same dusty auburn color of his hair.
Your breath gets caught.
It had to be a practical joke of some sort. You almost didn’t believe it until they twitched.
Finally, the stranger latches onto your wrist, his grip tight as those eyes of his bore themselves into your soul.
“Go home,” he grits, yanking you past him in the direction of the exit. “I won’t ask nicely again.”
Thousands of questions run through your mind and your brain couldn’t fathom an answer for a single one. None of this made sense.
You turn around to meet the stranger again, but he was gone. Your stomach tilts and your eyes scan the alley for any sign of him.
You blink.
Not a damn thing.
He just disappeared.
Then, another howl pierces the stillness of the night.
But it wasn’t as close as it had sounded before. If anything, it was farther now.
It takes a few minutes for you to move, your bones frigid with fear. Gripping the bag in your hands, you shakily put one foot in front of the other and continue your path home.
The next morning, the sun shines high in the sky, greeting Linkon with a warm morning despite the chill from last night.
You smooth over your pencil skirt as you step out of the cab. Dozens of people bustled loudly through the square with their briefcases and cellphones pressed tightly to their ears. An opposite reflection compared to last night.
You throw your empty latte cup in the trash as you enter the building to EonCore Tech.
The receptionist smiles at you as you approach the desk.
You give her the information about your interview and woman nods, her fingers scatter across the keyboard.
Her head tilts to the side, “Oh, Maria actually called in sick today. Poor thing caught a cold from the weather last night. We’re actually going to have one of our executives conduct your interview today.”
“Oh, okay, that sounds great.” It actually didn’t. One of the executives? Now your nerves were really shot.
“I’ll have one of our interns show you up.” The receptionist smiles again, before handing you a guest pass which you clip onto your blouse.
A lanky boy, looking no older than twenty, escorts you up the elevator. He makes a bit of small talk to cover the droning hum of the lift.
You were only half-paying attention, focused more on the scenery of Linkon City descending outside the glass window.
It wasn’t until he mentioned the emergency alert from last night, that you focused more on his story.
“Yeah, I kept hearing these noises, then I look out the window and the whole city seemed deserted.” The boy mentions, fiddling with the lanyard around his neck. “I could hardly sleep last night.”
You nod at his words, giving him a tight lipped smile, “you have no idea.”
The elevator chimes, interrupting your conversation and the boy leads you down the carpeted hallway.
“You’re interview will be taking place here,” he explains and knocks on the tinted glass door.
A deep ‘come in’ is heard and the boy peeks his head inside.
“I have your next interview ready.”
“Good, send them in.”
The boy opens the door wider for you, “good luck, Miss.”
You smile warmly at him and step in the office.
You take a deep breath as a mental reminder to relax, but when your eyes meet the man’s sitting at the desk, your stomach practically drops to your feet.
Those golden eyes…
Your pulse thunders in your ears.
Last night wasn’t some crazy nightmare. It was real. He was real.
A look of surprise jumps on the man’s face before he shakes it away and offers you a smirk.
Visions from last night replay in your head. Your eyes flick to the top of his head.
No wolf ears. Just those short wisps of faded wine-colored hair. He wasn’t clad in leather either. Instead, he wore a crisp navy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his tanned arms.
He stands up and extends a hand.
You stare at the outstretched hand no longer covered by leather gloves like they were last night.
“Go on, I don’t bite.”
A light flush coats your cheeks and snaps you out of your frazzled state.
Be professional.
Cautiously, you reach out as well, shaking his calloused palm the coolness of the large ring he wore seeps into your skin.
Summary: training with Valko was easy… or so you thought. It wasn’t until you got too cocky that Valko showed you just how easy he could overpower you and that little attitude.
I told myself I wasn’t gonna write for him until he got released 🫣 whoopsie
The 24-hour gym was practically empty in the middle of the night. Only a small handful of people occupied the treadmills, while others hit the saunas at this time.
Luckily that meant the training rooms were deserted at this time.
“Who taught you how to fight like this?” Valko grunts, catching a kick you threw mere inches from his head with a closed fist.
A tacky love song drones faintly on the speakers, most of it drowned from both your labored breaths and the padded floor underneath your feet.
You sidestep his next hit and wrap your fingers around his arm, swiping your leg out underneath his. Valko's surprised grunt rings out in the room as he falters to one knee.
"I'm a hunter," you lock his arm behind his back, ignoring the way he bears his sharp canines at you in annoyance. "Did you really think I couldn't protect myself?"
Maybe a certain someone in the N109 Zone managed to help you with your training as well...
Valko shoots you a glare as you stand over him, then it melts into that cocky smirk, "I never said that."
His other arm manages to curl underneath your own leg and he yanks it forward, this time sending you to the floor. You yelp as your back hits the mat and sweat trickles down the side of your face while Valko slips free.
"All I'm saying is," Valko wastes no time in straddling you before you could recover. "you wouldn't need to protect yourself if you were with me."
You growl at how quickly he managed to overtake you, especially the way his deep voice chuckles at your predicament.
"Save the growling for me, sweetheart," his calloused hand brushes away a few strands of hair that stick to your forehead.
God.
If only he wasn't so infuriatingly hot.
His face was close- and I mean really close to yours. If you had lifted your head up, even just a little-
Wait, we don't think these things, MC.
"So, what now, Miss hunter?" Valko taunts, his tongue swiping out briefly to slide over his bottom lip. You catch a glimpse of those pearly fangs of his.
Oh, how they would feel against your neck.
You huff, suddenly bridging your hips up in frustration. Valko's attitude subsides when he feels your knee wedge itself between your bodies. The moment you feel his balance shift, you push back with all that anger and twist your hip, shoving him onto his side.
But you don't stop there; you use this opportunity to loop your arm around his neck and squeeze.
You pout your lips to mock him, "I think someone needs to be trained again."
Valko's large hands grip your forearm, trying to pry it away from his neck.
"Oh," You curl your arm just a bit tighter, enough to make him grumble. "Looks like someone doesn't like that. Maybe I should've brought a collar. It seems you respond well to that."
Valko makes an animalistic noise, his temper seething and pride wounded at being handled by someone as small as you.
Satisfied, you release him.
He takes in a few deep breaths as he watches your figure strut away to your gym bag where you kept your water bottle.
The small shorts and sports bra you wore weren't doing much to beat the heat, even in the middle of the night- but Valko was not complaining. His golden eyes narrow as they locked in on your ass and the way the tight fabric cupped the muscle and left no room for imagination.
You let out a small scoff.
Two of the walls in the training room were entirely mirrors, but Valko stared as if they didn't exist. Shaking your head, you bend over to place the bottle back in the bag.
That's right, puppy.
Get a good look while you still can.
"Ready for me to kick your ass again?"
When you turn around, you flinch.
Valko is already standing in front of you.
His eyes seemed to glow almost. His chest rises and falls quickly, not just from exhaustion and the heat, but a quick glance down at the loose basketball shorts he wore told you everything you needed to know.
Oh!
Before you could even get a word out, he lunges.
Your back hits the wall and Valko's arms cage around you, trapping you like a lonely deer.
"You think you're funny with that collar joke, huh?"
You swallow hard, "I think I can be quite funny, yes."
He huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. Valko releases an arm from your side, using it to grip your chin and tilt your head up.
Your tummy flips at the gesture, and you cannot control those rampant thoughts coursing through your mind.
Clean thoughts, MC.
"I'm shocked that your attitude hasn't gotten you killed yet."
A smile lifts your lips, "It almost has, don't worry. Though, your anger seems much more dangerous than my attitude."
Valko leans in closer, his lip twitching and eyes darkening. "There is nothing wrong with how I control my anger."
"Easy, puppy."
Valko clenches his jaw. "Let's go again."
You have to bite back your smirk, "Why? You didn't want to end the night in a loss?"
His eyes drop down to your lips for a quick moment, before they shift back to your eyes.
"I can think of ending it in another way."
You don't respond, but your cheeks decide to coat themselves in that pink dusting.
Valko leans in, grabbing your jaw with both hands and pulling you in closer. You hum as his lips collide with yours.
It's messy.
It's sloppy.
It's rough.
His teeth nip at your bottom lip and you whine at the sharpness of his fangs. Valko pushes his tongue in, not wasting another second. He presses his feel body against yours, so you're sandwiched between him and the wall. You gasp at the hardness that presses into your pelvis and Valko releases a sharp breath at the friction.
He pulls away, scanning over your features. A silent ask; is this okay?
You quickly nod, breathing out a quick 'yeah,' before pulling him in for another kiss.
Valko's hands trail up your bare waist, grabbing at the straps of your sports bra before releasing the thin material. You wince as the straps collide with your skin.
"You know," you pant before breaking away, "We can still have time for another round. Winner takes it all?"
The man nods, a competitive smile showing off his teeth.
"When I win, I fuck you." Valko says, backing off.
"Don't you mean if you win?"
He doesn't respond as you both walk to the center of the mat, taking your stances.
The sparring starts.
It's quick, both of you focusing to counter or block the other's attacks.
Kick.
Dodge.
Punch.
Block.
Punch.
Grab.
Twist.
"Shit," you curse, as Valko twists your arm behind your back.
He leans over and his warm breath fans over your neck. "Not so fun being on the other side of this, is it?"
You twist in his hold, but he bends your arm a fraction farther.
A sharp cry slips past your lips.
"You wanna tap out, yet?" Valko asks, his voice infuriatingly calm.
"F-fuck you." You spat, throwing your free hand back in a stupid way to attack.
He catches it before it makes contact.
Valko pins both of your wrists against your back with one hand, easing the pressure on your shoulder so it won't hurt you anymore. Then, his other arm snakes its way across your neck, pushing you back against him.
"Oh, I'm counting on that, sweetheart."
His muscles flex around your jaw, cutting off your airway.
"You just let me know when you can't breathe and we can get to the good part."
Fuck.
Your breathing becomes shallower and your body betrays you when you feel the heat pooling between your legs. Your twitching body only eggs Valko on as your ass is practically rutting itself against his bulge.
He releases your arms, and they immediately wrap around the one against your neck.
Funny how the tables have turned.
His hand drifts around your hips, fingertips dipping below the waistband of your shorts and shoving your panties to the side.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel that?" Valko asks, toying with your folds as he dips a finger inside.
You struggle to cry out. You needed to breathe.
Your hand slap his arm in defeat and Valko immediately uncurls his arm from around your neck. Gulping in precious air, you sink into his chest as his fingers continue to work.
"This all just for me?" He teases, creating a wet patch on your shorts.
A small whine darts past your lips and you spread your legs wider.
Valko pulls his hands out, ignoring your weak protests. He pulls his digits to his mouth and savors the taste of you on his tongue.
"You lost, MC."
He leans over and tilts your head up to capture your mouth in another kiss. You faintly taste yourself on his lips.
"Just like you said, right? Winner takes it all." Taking in your flushed appearance and panting body, he locks eyes with you again. "Tell me you want this. I need to hear it."
"I-I want this." You reassure. "I want you to take me."
"That's a good girl."
Valko pulls your shorts down around your knees and flips you over, your bare stomach presses against the mat. His eyes are glued to your ass and how it bounces at the slightest movement.
"Ah, fuck," he yanks his own shorts down, his cock springing free with small beads of white leaking from the tip. He gives it a few strokes, slapping your ass hard with his free hand.
"Ah-!" Your body tries to curl away as the slap echoes in the empty room.
"Don't run away," Valko says, curling his arms around your ankles and dragging you closer to him. "That's a race you won't win."
"Fucking asshole."
Smack.
This time on the other cheek.
"What was that?"
"N-nothing."
Valko strokes himself again, eyeing the two red handprints forming on your ass.
"I told you that attitude wasn't good for you, sweetheart."
Valko lets go of himself, spreading your cheeks and spitting right on your hole.
You whimper as the saliva dribbles down.
Valko aligns himself and slowly pushes in.
A loud moan escapes you and even Valko releases another growl.
Fuck, how was he this big?
He starts to quicken his pace, as he drags your ankles to wrap around his waist. It pushed him in even further inside and you can feel your jaw drop in pleasure.
"S-shit," he curses, voice shaking as he continues thrusting, "Every time I try to pull out, she just grips me in tighter, huh."
Valko hovers above you now, keeping his hand locked on your jaw. His fangs drag across your jawline and your eyes roll back.
"Ngh- go faster." You plead, voice small and eyes tearing up.
"Yeah? What's the magic word?"
"Fuck you." You grit. Your hand reaches down and starts playing with your clit and you tense up at the new pleasure wracking through your body.
Valko's eyes darken and he immediately wretches your hand away from you. "You've been teasing me all night about my training, but when was the last time someone trained you? If you wanted me to eat you out, you could've just asked."
"I don't trust you with those fangs down there."
"You don't... where then?" He leans over to nip just below your ear. "Here?"
You lower your head down in pleasure.
He moves farther down your neck, "or here?"
You whine, heart beating faster as it feels like your whole body was about to gush over. "Please?"
Valko finishes sucking a large purple mark, releasing the skin with an audible pop before blowing on it.
"Please, what?"
"Can you please fuck me harder?"
A brief pause.
Then his hips resume their pace- but this time, it's faster and your whole body stiffens. "Like that?"
Pathetic moans were the only response you could give. Valko lightly slaps your cheek, "words, baby."
"Ah-y-yes!"
"Good, good," He grunts.
It doesn't take long for that coil to start pulling in your lower stomach. The sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberates in the training room mixed in with your moans.
"Valko~"
He knew what that meant. Valko pulls the bottom of his tank top between his teeth and reaches out to cover your mouth. The room may be private, but that didn't mean he wanted you guys to get caught by some poor sleep-deprived worker.
Your core pulls tighter.
And tighter.
Then finally.
You whimper beneath his hand, eyes fluttering shut as you release around him. A muffled string of curses erupts from Valko as he quickly pulls out and paints your back in thick white ropes of cum.
Your body sags to the ground in exhaustion as a whirlwind of emotions flow through your body. Once, Valko recovers, his large arms scoop up your body, and he cradles you against him.
"Hey, that's my girl," he whispers, as he helps pull your shorts back up. You lean up to kiss him.
Valko sits with you for a few minutes and softly whispers reassurances in your ear, and once he knows you're ready, he helps you stand up as you guys grab your things. Valko grabs a small towel from his bag and wipes the remaining cum from your back before handing you a hoodie.
"Your apartment is too far for you to walk alone at this time of night."
You wordlessly tug on the hoodie and shoulder on your bag. Your eyes meet his in curiosity.
"My place is only a few blocks from here. Why don't you stay over?"
You smile at him, "Thank you for the offer, but I need a date first before I go to your place. You have a car though, right?"
Valko nods, throwing a clean shirt to replace his stained tank top.
"You drive me home and you call me in the morning. Sound good?"
You walk over to him as he smiles down at you, curling an arm around your waist.
i absolutely can’t believe they cancelled valko’s launch but they’ll keep the home system that no one really uses, takes up a bunch of space and overheats every device that uses it for longer than 10 minutes, yet refuse to do anything about the the fact that the game is absolutely unplayable longterm because theres nothing to do. they won’t reset abyssal chaos or unicorn operations, they won’t give us new opportunities to farm diamonds outside of daily tasks, they don’t care to continue tender moments, bond stories or anecdotes. the chocolate shop is completely useless, the main story updates twice a year and the constant banners and reruns are completely exhausting.
like at this point they’re genuinely taking the piss what tf do you mean you completely scrapped the only thing that brought any fresh wind into this otherwise really monotone game.
I understand that they have to get money to further develop the game but if it’s for completely useless stuff that no one asked for, nor to develop the MAIN STORY or the combat aspect of the game that are literally the main things that even make this a game in the first place, what even is the point
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