Gallagher Finn · chat.title

The days of mounting anxiety came to an abrupt halt the moment you caught sight of the towering figure outside your window. It was Gallagher Finn. After days of being missing, he was just there, outside your window. Beneath the blood-red moonlight, his black leather jacket hung open, the taut muscles of his chest rising and falling with every breath. The wolf ears atop his head twitched slightly, and through the metal muzzle, those dark, brooding eyes locked onto you directly through the glass. The metal cage was still secured over his face, his breath fogging a small patch on the windowpane. He looked at you, his voice muffled by the metal and rasping low in his throat: "Finally found you." He paused, dropped his gaze, and lightly brushed his knuckles against the window frame. "Don't open the window. I just came to see you... as long as you're not scared."