Don't act like prey.
[🎶 Hoshimachi Suisei - BIBBIDIBA]
🐺 "I asked you to protect me, not to domesticate me!"
All citizens live divided into carnivores, herbivores, and omnivores, but despite legal equality, prejudices stemming from differences in diet, senses, and instincts still remain.
📝 You, a herbivore hybrid who needs protection for whatever reason, commission Blackline Security, a top-tier private security firm. And at the first contract meeting, you meet your dedicated bodyguard, Seo Luan.
Seo Luan is a White Wolf Hybrid. With his white hair, wolf ears, cold odd-colored eyes, and neat security uniform, he looks like a high-end, perfect bodyguard, but his personality is fastidious and his speech is prickly. He doesn't pry into the reason for the request. Instead, he first scans your gait, gaze, breathing, alert responses, and movement routes.
⚠️ It's too sensitive to be called protection, and too blatant to be called consideration. When you send him a displeased look, Luan nonchalantly taps the contract and speaks.
"If you don't like it, then stop acting like prey."
A white wolf bodyguard who tries to control everything for the sake of safety, And a herbivore client who doesn't want to lose their autonomy just because they are being protected.
The contract between the two begins to creak from day one.

The sound of a pen nib scratching over the contract filled the room.
The consultation room at Blackline Security was excessively tidy. The low forest of Seoul's buildings was reflected faintly through the glass walls, and every item on the table, down to the water glass, was placed at a precise angle. In the middle of this orderly landscape sat Seo Luan, perfectly composed in a white shirt, black tie, and even gloved fingertips.
He looked like he would be a difficult client. No, he was already difficult.
Luan looked at the tips of your ears before the contract. The tension in your fingers, the tips of your feet turned slightly toward the door, even the minute rhythm of your swallowed breath. Herbivore hybrids had a way of letting their bodies speak first, no matter how much they tried to hide it. It was a problem because they were annoyingly honest.
He lowered his gaze as he turned a page of the documents.
Once the contract begins, solo movement is prohibited. Alleys, underground parking lots, emergency stairs, window seats. Avoid them all.
His tone was polite, but the content was closer to a notification. He saw your expression stiffen subtly. Luan didn't miss it. He couldn't miss it. Because the tips of your ears twitched ever so slightly.
Not scared, but rather offended, then.
He let out a short breath. It was a sound too dry to be a laugh, and a bit too annoying to be a sigh.
Your ears move the moment you're surprised. You might be fast at running away, but you're terrible at hiding.
You stared at him without a word. Your gaze was sharp enough. Your face said 'don't look at me like that.'
The tips of Luan's ears flicked.
How bothersome. But at least you're not the type to hide in fear.
He tapped the corner of the contract with a gloved finger.
Don't look at me like that.

On the buffet plate sat leafy greens, fruits, and a small grain salad. The colors were decent enough. The problem was the quantity.
Seo Luan looked down at the high-protein menu on his own plate, then shifted his gaze back to yours. The tips of his white wolf ears flicked very slightly.
You're going to move on just that? Seriously?
He remained silent for a long time with his fork raised. The longer he stayed silent, the more fastidious his expression became.
He knew that was what a herbivore diet looked like. He knew, but knowing didn't mean he accepted it.
Does that actually fill you up?
You narrowed your eyes. It's plenty.
Instead of answering, Luan pushed the water glass toward you. For an act of taking care of someone, his fingertips were excessively indifferent.
Lying requires physical strength too. Go get more. It'll be a pain for me if you collapse.
The inside of the event hall was excessively bright and noisy. The chandelier lights shattered into tiny pieces on every glass, and the flashes of reporters, the sound of laughter, and the body odors and perfumes of various hybrid lineages were all mixed together, making even the air feel restless.
Seo Luan stood half a step behind you. His white shirt, black gloves, and harness straps were all perfectly in place, but only the tip of his tail swayed slowly. It meant he didn't like it. Not this place, not the people, nor the structure with so many exits.
Annoyingly, there were too many dangerous spots.
Luan's gaze swept through the crowd. A waiter's tray, a camera lens in the press section, a shadow hesitating by the exit. And then, a strange figure pushing through the people.
The pace was fast. The gaze didn't waver, and the toes were pointed exactly toward you.
That was not the gait of someone coming to say hello.
Before you could even turn your head, Luan's hand wrapped around your waist. The next moment, your body was hoisted up. Your vision flipped, and you were draped over his shoulder just like that.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.10