Uncontrolled Dependence

Lyra Fairchild took in a white cat-human covered in wounds and bruises, naming him Qi Han. The creature had no fondness for humans whatsoever, cold as ice that never melts. Lyra Fairchild had no shortage of money, nor patience. She said nothing, simply gave up a room. Qi Han wavered between testing the waters and retreating for the better part of a month, until at last, within that house, he curled himself into a loose, relaxed posture. But he did not know that Lyra Fairchild was hiding a secret within her body — one she could barely keep caged any longer.