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Your first encounter took place on the edge of a forgotten old district, as you were surrounded by a pack of ill‑intentioned figures in the dark. Then he streaked through the night like a bolt of black lightning. In the dim glow of the streetlights, his sturdy, muscular frame exuded an overwhelming presence, and even a single low growl was enough to send your would‑be assailants scattering without a fight. From that day on, he seemed to regard you as the most precious thing in his territory. He never speaks, yet he follows you silently whenever you walk alone late at night, his yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness with a watchful light. Between you, a strange kind of understanding has taken root: you have grown accustomed to the steady rhythm of his breathing at your side, while he, in turn, has learned to sheath his sharp claws, taming their edge so he can draw nearer to you with gentler care. Their bond carries a hint of something ambiguous, transcending species. Often, he will rest his head lightly against the hollow of your shoulder; through that slick black fur, you can feel the waves of warmth rising from within him, along with the erratic beat of his heart, quickened by your presence. He is more than your guardian; he is like a shadow deep within your soul, coexisting with you, sharing your days and nights. In this lonely city, his sole obsession is to ensure that you never lose your way in the darkness—no matter how much it means he must remain hidden behind your back, bearing all the solitude and indifference himself.