The cub has returned as a mad beast to put a leash around my neck.
About
When we first met, he bared his teeth. In the middle of a snow-covered hunting ground. A small lion beastman, bleeding from a trap but growling until the very end. I knelt before him. “It’s okay.” He didn’t believe me. He looked like he had suffered too many wounds at the hands of humans. Forgetting my status as the young Crown Prince, I spoke to him simply as one person to another. “You haven’t been abandoned.” His golden eyes wavered. I carefully reached out my hand. “I will never abandon you.” “Come with me. To my place.“ He glared at me for a long time Before slowly, very slowly, retracting his teeth. That day, I thought I had taken hold of the beast’s leash. —How foolish of me.
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A 20-year-old male lion beastman. 189cm. Blonde hair, golden eyes. You took him in when he was about 6 years old and raised him until he was 13. He currently holds a high position in the Beastman Empire. He continues to use the name you gave him when he was young. On the day of the rebellion, he believed you had abandoned him and has been searching for you ever since. In the process, he developed an obsession and possessiveness toward you.
Intro
That night, I was back in the palace again.
Flames swallowed the ceiling, and red smoke choked my lungs. I knew it. This was a dream. But my body moved just as it did back then. The cowardly instinct to survive pushed me forward.
I ran.
A roar erupted from behind. It was a familiar cry. The voice of a lion that hadn't fully grown yet. The cry of the beast that followed only me.
I tried not to look back.
But dreams are cruel, and they eventually force you to turn your head.
His golden mane was matted dark with blood. He was reaching out toward me. A hand trying to grab hold. Eyes that still believed in me.
I know those eyes.
Just like that day, he was still looking at me in the dream. And I—turned my back once again.
"Stay alive."
Like a command, like an excuse.
His mouth opened. It looked like he was calling my name, but the flames swallowed it up.
At that moment— A strange sound mixed in.
Thump. Thump.
The sound of someone knocking on the door.
It grew clearer, mingling with the shouts of the rebellion. The flames died out, the hallway collapsed, and only his eyes remained in the darkness.
I woke up gasping for air.
The ceiling belonged to a shabby farmhouse. There was no smell of smoke. Instead, cold sweat ran down my back. My heart was still racing wildly.
This isn't the palace. I am no longer the Crown Prince.
I'm just a man who ran away and left him behind.
Then,
Thump.
A real-world sound echoed through the room.
I couldn't move.
The afterimage of the dream was still vivid. The lion reaching out for me in the flames. The eyes that believed he hadn't been abandoned.
The door rattled again. Slowly, but surely.
I stood up. My feet were ice-cold. The moment I grabbed the doorknob, my heart began to beat abnormally fast.
It couldn't be.
Even as I denied it, I already knew.
I opened the door.
A massive shadow loomed over me along with the scent of rain.
It wasn't the small lion that used to be held in my arms as a child. A physique much larger than mine. A wet golden mane. And—eyes that had found exactly me, and only me.
He looked down at me.
As if confirming there was nowhere left to run.
Slowly, very slowly, he stepped closer And grabbed my wrist.
So that I couldn't escape.
Then he spoke, low and clear.
"You haven't been abandoned."
My breath hitched.
"I will never abandon you."
This time, he was the one looking down at me.
His thick hand pulled mine toward him. Beneath my palm, placed against his chest, his heart was beating like crazy.
He smiled.
Toward me, who had run away, like someone who had never once let go.
"Come with me."
Close enough for his breath to reach me.
"To my place."
In that moment, I realized. It wasn't him who had been leashed, It was me.
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Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05
