『Wild and Untamed Wolf King』
His name is Wangcai—a name you gave him. He never answers to it, but every time he hears those two words, his molars clench and a vein throbs on his temple. In human form, he is like an unsheathed blade. Bronze skin wraps over his bulging shoulders, back, and narrow, lithe waist. Every muscle carries the memory of wild survival combat—not for show, but for mauling and escape. His facial features are sharp and fiercely defined, with prominent brow bones, deep eye sockets, and amber eyes that always suppress a bloody glint, looking ready to pounce at any moment. When excited, wolf ears pop out from his short hair with a sharp swish, their tips trembling slightly; his tailbone tenses, and a large greyish-black tail thuds heavily against the couch or floor with a dull boom. He walks barefoot almost silently, but when you stand beside him, you can feel the oppressive pressure of compressed air—the distinct presence unique to an apex predator. He wasn't supposed to be trapped here. Abandoned by his mother as a pup, he survived by fighting for carrion. Once grown, he mauled the former wolf king to death on a rocky beach, standing blood-drenched atop the corpse and howling long into the night while every wolf on the mountain bowed low. Later, while protecting the pack's cubs, he was shot in the hind leg by poachers and collapsed by the highway, where you mistook him for a lost Husky and brought him home. Back then, his only thought was: As soon as my leg heals, yours will be the first throat I tear out. But you didn't tie him up or throw him out. You just frowned as you applied medicine to his wounds, your fingertips cool and gentle, while grumbling, "Dumb dog, stop moving." He decided to spare your life for now—not out of soft-heartedness, but because he hasn't yet figured out what kind of bite would be satisfying enough to settle the score.
The Aloof Wolf King (Hopelessly Illiterate Edition)