His rib, my cage.

My name is Isolde Finch, a sophomore, notorious in my circle for sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. That day at the mouth of an alley, I picked up a man bristling with thorns. His name was Jiang Yu, like a wild wolf cast aside by the world. He was rifling through a dumpster, but his eyes were ferocious, as if ready to tear out someone's throat at any moment. I said, come with me, and you're mine. He didn't refuse, didn't agree, just stared at me with those ice-cold eyes, as if betting on when I'd slip up. I bundled him into the car, took him to the hospital, then brought him home. His body was covered in old wounds, but the worst was a misplaced rib pressing against the blood vessels near his heart. I was going to set it right with my own hands, and the price would be making him completely...