As we’re walking, I look up at him. He has a nice profile. “So… how long have you been wandering homeless around my city?” “Mhm, a month? More or less, I don’t know,” he shrugs as we walk. I have to keep looking up to find his eyes. Walking next to someone so handsome isn’t something that happens to me every day, “The days blur together when you’re having fun.”“When you’re unemployed, you mean,” I murmur. Lion just shrugs again with his signature smile still on his face, “Where do you sleep?”“Wherever I am,” he answers, making me frown, “I have a special place I go back to sometimes, I even have a neighbor I like, but I don’t always make it there. Most days, I sleep wherever I am when I get tired.”“Alright,” I murmur, weirded out. I guess that’s something only a man can do and I will never understand it, “And you don’t have family?”That makes Lion, for the first time, lose his stupid carefree smile, but he slightly shakes his head and forces a smile again.“Yeah, but I don’t tal
Lion moves carefully to avoid drawing the werewolf’s attention until he’s close. She’s distracted, so he gets closer than I would have expected. When she finally turns to look at him, Lion attacks… or more like, he strikes like a literal lion. He grabs her crossbody bag and yanks it with such force that it rips from her body as he dashes off so quickly that he’s literally across the street in the blink of an eye, with the woman behind him, just as fast. “Nice. That’s what they deserve,” some guy walking past me says, his friends nod in agreement. They have stopped walking to watch as Lion disappears like a big cat-thief, “The guy was fast.”“And brave,” adds another.Too fast and too brave. That’s why he dares to steal from those magical beings, I guess. Maybe he’s a former athlete.I sigh and nervously wait a few more minutes. The woman never returns, and neither does Lion. I get up and move to a different spot just to avoid looking too suspicious. But I’m a little scared.I walk u
“What are you going to spend your money on, Lion? I hope you don’t say drugs,” I say, heading for my favorite beers and my favorite yogurt again. “Probably on some weed, but not all of it… I owe some people money. Maybe I’ll pay them, but maybe not,” he murmurs, looking around intently as if he’s never been here before, “Oh, wow, I’ll definitely buy this.” “What do you usually eat, Lion?” I ask when I see him grab the only two boxes of Oreo cookies left, as if they aren’t disgustingly expensive. And as if he’s never eaten that before, “That’s a terrible financial decision, by the way. You could buy a lot more nutritious stuff for half the price.” “Nothing is a bad financial decision when you’re rich in balls to keep stealing,” he says with a mischievous smile that makes me roll my eyes. I guess he’s right, “I eat lots of things. Nutritious and non-nutritious. Don’t worry about it.” I shrug because I don’t really care about what this man eats. We keep walking through the half-
“Hi, Jolene,” Lion says with a smile and points at the car, “Do you like it? I spent the rest of the money on gas. That shit’s crazy expensive.” “Well, yeah, who the hell has a car these days? Especially one like this,” I murmur, still not believing it, “Lion, tell me the truth, are you secretly rich? This is your last chance to confess.” “No, man, I’m really not,” he laughs, but then makes a face, “But… maybe I was, before I ran away. It’s whatever.” “Weirdly, that makes sense. It explains your rich face and the fact that you don’t know how to mop,” I murmur as I approach the car to touch it, “Why the hell would you run away from a situation where you’re this rich? Your family probably went to a private island, away from the animals that invaded us.” “Hmm, who knows. I left them a couple of months before the big bomb,” he murmurs as if he’s momentarily hunted, but then he sighs, “Anyway… want to go for a ride? Or do you have a lot of customers?” “You know I fucking don’t,”
"Well, then we have to buy fancy looking clothes first, we can walk into a restaurant looking so poor," Lion says and gives my simple outfit a look, "No offense, but jeans in a fancy restaurant is a no-go." I can just blink. I can’t believe this guy is criticizing me. "You really grew up rich," I mumble, because that was borderline bullying, "How do you suppose we will buy clothes, hm? Are we going to have your rich parents pay for it?” "Did I really say buy?" he asks. At this point, I know him enough that the doesn't even have to finish. I already know what he's about to say so I close my eyes in stress, "I meant, we're going to steal some clothes." Yeah, I was right. Oh, god. Lion drives to a fucking mall. A real mall. The one in my city was destroyed the first week after the werewolves arrived, but this one seems alive. It has a lot more security though. "We have to be super careful," I say as I walk next to Lion, my heart pumping like crazy. But in a good way. I kinda d
We walk around the mall for a while and I can’t help but notice how everyone here is just living life, normal life. I guess they have a good Mayor, very unlike the one in my city. He has enough police to control the criminals and take care of people, even amidst chaos. And it helps they were clearly ultra-rich before this mess. Motherfuckers.The tiny amount of guilt I felt completely disappears right then and I pull Lion’s hand when I find a store that sells both men’s and women’s clothes. “Wait, let’s make this even more fun,” Lion says, stopping me as soon as we walk into the store. He has that naughty smile again. I sigh and prepare myself, "Let's pick each other's outfits. I pick yours, you pick mine."That has the potential of being disastrous. But as I’m looking up at his dumb, stupid, childish smile, I feel... infected. He's infecting me with his excitement."No," I finally say, making his smile drop, "It's not fair, you're going to make me wear something like a mini skirt a
When Lion starts stripping, I do the same, trying not to feel self-conscious. I know I'm not that fat lately because I haven't eaten junk food in a month, but still, I don’t have the best body out there. I get down to my panties and bra and just because I can't help myself, I look at Lion to see if he's looking... and he is. "It's fair," he quickly defends himself when he realizes I caught him, unsure but bold, "Right? or are you uncomfortable?” "I guess it's fair, I did comment on your dick," I mumble, biting down on my bottom lip and opening my arms to let him look. Lion is smiling as if he's amused, but that's nothing new. "You do have a fat ass," he repeats, making me roll my eyes, "The fattest I've ever seen. And I haven't even seen it right now, I just... I've been thinking that ever since I saw you mop. I like your boobs too." That makes me laugh out loud. He's so dumb. And just because he made me laugh, I turn around to show him my ass for a second. I even shake it a l
"Okay, I'm ready to go," I say, putting my purse around my body and turning to Lion. He smiles and his eyes light up the whole universe. He's so excited. "Jump on me," he orders and turns around to squat in front of me. I lift my dress a bit to make sure I can open my legs and I jump on his back without the fear of breaking him, since he proved himself earlier. Lion easily grabs my legs and even makes me jump until I'm higher on his back. I wrap my arms around his neck, "Hold on tight, okay? I promise I won't let you fall, but I need you to hold on because I'll be going fast." "Okay," I say, my tummy going insane. I haven't felt this excited in... ever, probably. I tighten my grip on his neck again, "I'm trusting you with my life, Lion. A-wait did you take a shower today? Because you smell really good." "I did, actually. Just for you," he says, looking at me over his shoulder, "And you can fully trust me, don't worry." I won't worry. He feels very sturdy and strong right now,