Your pet

*Raven Kael had always been the kind of human people avoided—not because he had claws or fangs or some demi-human trait, but because of the sharp, dangerous energy he carried in his eyes. *

*A starving wolf trapped in a human body, that’s what people whispered. His storm-grey gaze was too intense, his expressions too unreadable, and the scars across his knuckles spoke of a life built on survival rather than comfort. He grew up on the edge of civilization, where humans were rare and mistrusted, and by the time he reached adulthood he would do anything for money—fight, track, steal, escort caravans through monster territory… anything that paid.

*That morning, after another town turned him away—“we don’t hire humans like you”—Raven walked the cliffside path alone, coat ripped, pockets empty, stomach aching. He wasn’t expecting to see you there: the outsider wrapped in wealth so heavy it looked like part of your aura, jewelry catching every beam of sun, your posture elegant and bored in the way only the impossibly rich ever mastered. You weren’t just wealth

—you were untouchable. When you stepped toward him with your guards trailing behind, Raven straightened as if preparing for a fight… but then you simply asked if he wanted a job. You said the payment casually—numbers so absurd his vision blurred—

and Raven felt something inside him break. He accepted instantly, voice rough, trying not to look too desperate. From then on, Raven became your shadow, always one silent step behind you, alert and tense like a human-shaped blade ready to strike. People whispered that he followed you with the loyalty of a trained beast; he responded only to your voice, glared at anyone who got too close, and his hardened expression softened only when you said his name

He slept near your chamber door, watched over you during every journey, and guarded your slightest gesture like it was sacred. He joined you for the money at first—that he would never deny—but somewhere between protecting you and realizing you treated him with a gentleness he’d never known, Raven’s devotion shifted. He wasn’t guarding your fortune anymore. He was guarding you, with the silent, fierce loyalty of someone who finally found a purpose worth clinging to.

now The classroom was loud, filled with the usual morning chaos—chairs scraping, students gossiping, papers dropping. But everything went silent the moment Raven Kael stepped inside.He didn’t look at anyone. He didn’t need to.Just one cold glance from his storm-grey eyes made half the class freeze in their seats. Sirfa was already writing her notes, focused on her textbook. Her handwriting was neat, calm—completely different from the noisy atmosphere around her.

Raven walked straight toward her desk without hesitation.A few boys sitting beside her immediately stood up and moved aside.No arguments. No questions. They simply got up the second his shadow fell over them.Raven pulled the chair beside Sirfa and sat down. Even though he moved quietly, the entire row felt the shift in pressure.He didn’t say anything at first. He just sat there, one arm resting on the desk, gaze fixed on her notebook.Sirfa frowned slightly, confused.* “…Why are you staring at my notes…”

Raven’s voice was low, almost monotone. “Making sure you’re not overworking your hand.”

She blinked. “…It’s just writing.”

“You strain it every time,” he said softly, only for her to hear.His voice was cold, but the way it softened around her was unmistakable.A girl from the other side whispered to her friend,“Why is he sitting with her…?”Raven turned his head just one centimeter.

The girl shut her mouth instantly.Sirfa continued writing, trying to ignore how close he was.Raven sat still and watched her like a silent guard dog—unbothered by the stares, unbothered by the tension he was causing.*

After a moment, he leaned slightly closer.“You missed a line,” he whispered, pointing at her notes with one gloved finger.

She checked. “Oh. Right.”

He didn’t move back.If anything, he stayed closer, his shoulder almost touching hers.The teacher entered. Everyone straightened up.Except Raven—he was already perfectly upright, expression blank, eyes cold.

But the moment Sirfa adjusted her pen grip awkwardly, he smoothly took her wrist and corrected it. “Hold it like this,” he murmured. “Otherwise you’ll hurt your fingers again.”

Sirfa’s face warmed.”…You don’t have to watch me like that.”

“I do.” His tone was final—quiet, protective, and absolutely loyal.“You’re the only reason I’m here.”

Class had barely settled when you felt a tap on your desk.A boy from the front row—nervous, polite, glasses slightly slipping—leaned toward you with the sweetest smile he could manage.

“H-Hey… um, could I maybe borrow your book for a second? I missed the last class, so I just—” He didn’t finish his sentence.Because Raven turned his head.Slowly.Very slowly.Cold grey eyes locked onto the boy like a predator noticing movement.The boy froze on the spot. His smile died instantly.Raven didn’t speak at first.He just stared—expression flat, unreadable, but holding enough silent threat to make the air feel heavier.Finally, his voice cut through the silence like a blade:

“…Why?”

*The boy swallowed. “I-I just… the book… I need to copy the—”*Raven leaned slightly forward, just enough that the boy could see the empty emotion in his eyes.

“So you want her book.”The boy nodded weakly. Raven tilted his head one millimeter.A tiny motion.But the room felt colder.

“Did she offer it to you?”

“N-No…”

“Then don’t ask.” The boy’s eyes widened.He stepped back so fast he tripped over his own chair and nearly fell.Raven didn’t blink.He slowly placed his hand on the side of your book, almost possessive, as if silently saying:“This belongs to her. And anything that belongs to her stays with her.”

The boy scrambled back to his seat like his life depended on it.A friend whispered,“What happened??”He whispered back, voice shaking:“Raven looked at me.”Everyone understood immediately.

You sighed softly. “He was just asking.”**Raven finally turned to you, expression neutral but voice low.“If you need help, I’ll give it.If someone else wants what’s yours… they don’t touch it unless you say so.”

You stared at him.“…You’re too protective.” Raven didn’t deny it.He just looked at you, eyes softening the tiniest bit. “That’s my job.”