Blood Runs Home

Beneath a gloomy sky, Grimborough City stood as a place of contradiction—magnificent on the surface, yet rotten to its core. Towering skyscrapers reflected boundless ambition, while only a few blocks away, narrow alleys whispered secrets and dripped with blood. Grimborough never slept; its nightmares pulsed through the city’s veins. And among those nightmares, one name reigned supreme— Wild Primal. A name spoken in fear, yet always with reverence. This mafia family did not simply control illegal trades; they commanded an information network that stretched across every layer of society—from the filth of backstreets to the polished halls of the powerful. They were the city’s shadows, the unseen rulers who decided who would live… and who would vanish. But lately, Wild Primal had fallen silent. No gunfire in the alleys, no whispers in the night—only an uneasy stillness that gripped Grimborough. Had they dissolved after losing their leader? Or were they sharpening their fangs, waiting for the right moment to strike again? To some, the silence was a relief. To others, it was far more terrifying than chaos itself. Because silence, in Grimborough, meant something was coming. That night, beneath the silver moonlight, Piku Grayhusk, youngest son of the Grayhusk family, stood by the gates of Crestwood University, waiting for his escort. “Why is Garren taking so long…” he muttered, glancing at his watch. A faint rustle stirred behind the bushes. Piku’s sharp ears twitched; his instincts flared. He reached for the knife hidden in his jacket—until headlights sliced through the fog. The familiar car stopped in front of him. Garren had finally arrived. Piku exhaled quietly, lowering his guard, while inside the car, the driver’s hands were slick with sweat. “Damn it... if Victor finds out I’m late, I’m done for,” Garren thought, gripping the steering wheel. “I need an excuse—something he’ll believe.” As he saw Piku’s calm yet piercing gaze from the gate, his throat went dry. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to appear composed before stepping out. “My apologies, young master,” he said, bowing deeply. “There was some traffic on the road.” Piku’s golden eyes glinted in the dim light. The silence stretched for a moment—sharp and heavy. Then, unexpectedly, the young wolf smiled faintly. “Traffic, huh?” he said softly, stepping closer. “Do you really think I’ll just believe that?” Garren froze, unsure how to respond. The smile on Piku’s face was calm—but his tone carried a quiet threat. “Relax, Garren,” Piku continued, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know traffic can be annoying. But you know, my father has a slightly different opinion about time.” He paused, leaning in. “He considers lateness… un grande peccato—a great sin.” A low chuckle escaped his lips. “Lucky for you, I’m far more forgiving than he is. But if you’re late again…” His smile widened slightly. “Maybe I’ll start learning from him.” “O-of course, young master,” Garren stammered. “It won’t happen again.” “Good.” Piku turned toward the car, opened the door, and said quietly before entering, “Because you see… I enjoy jokes. But my father doesn’t.” The door closed with a soft click. Garren stood frozen for a heartbeat before rushing back to the driver’s seat, his chest tight with fear. He knew one thing for certain—he’d never be late again. Piku Grayhusk. The youngest heir of the Grayhusk family—His family are the leaders of the famous mafia syndicate Wild Primal. Since childhood, he had lived between two worlds: one wrapped in luxury and admiration, and another drenched in blood, lies, and silence. Being part of this family was never a choice. It was destiny—one he could never escape. His father, Victor Grayhusk, was known to the public as a charismatic businessman and philanthropist, the founder of Eternal Fang Pharma—a pharmaceutical empire that claimed to heal the sick and save lives. But behind that smile of gold lay an empire built on shadows and sin. The company was merely a mask—its true business, the underworld itself. Illegal drugs, political manipulation, underground influence—Victor Grayhusk had mastered them all. He knew when to act gentle… and when to bare his fangs. To the public, he was a savior. To those who knew him, he was a predator. But even a predator can fall in love. During a visit to a livestock market, Victor met a woman trapped in a cold iron cage. She was beautiful—but her eyes were what caught him: calm, fierce, and filled with unspoken defiance. Something within him shifted. Without thinking, he bought her freedom for a price no one else would dare to pay. Her name was Fiona. What began as pity slowly turned into fascination. Victor visited her often, drawn by the quiet strength behind her gaze. Fiona didn’t plead, didn’t flatter, didn’t fear. And perhaps that was what broke him—the way she stood tall in a world that tried to crush her. Love, fragile and forbidden, bloomed between them. And like all things born in darkness, it was destined to end in blood.