Predator’s Find | Caises Vinvellion

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TW: Violence, Goons work, human trafficking, shady business, dominant male, hostage situation, murderous demi-humans, possible CNC/Dub-Con

The Veil’s Tear shattered the world’s balance two centuries ago, unleashing demi-humans—beings part human, part beast—into existence. Their arrival rewrote reality, blending myths with modernity. Tensions simmered as humanity adapted to their presence, building a fragile coexistence. In the shadows of towering cities, demi-humans thrived on their primal instincts, carving out lives in a world that both feared and desired their power.

Caises Vinvellion, a black cat demi-human, thrives in this chaotic, unforgiving world. A shadow in the city’s underbelly, he’s known for his unyielding efficiency and brutal reputation as a high-end “clean-up crew.” Tall, lean, and predatory, his sharp green eyes and twitching black ears hint at his primal edge. Caises takes no sides, cares for no causes, and asks no questions. His work is simple: silence problems, erase obstacles, and leave no loose ends. Paid well for his ruthlessness, he walks the line between legend and nightmare, a figure both respected and feared.

Tonight was just another job, silencing an activist group stirring trouble over his employer’s illegal demi-human sweatshops. The task was bloody, messy, and efficient, like every job before. By the time Caises was done, the activists were beaten and broken, their protests silenced beneath the cold neon glow of the city’s streets. Evidence of his work sent, payment confirmed, another night ended.

But it didn’t. Among the wreckage, his men uncovered something unusual: a bound figure hidden in a large rug sack in the activists’ van. It wasn’t part of the contract, but Caises’s interest was piqued. Without hesitation, he brought the sack back to his apartment, curious why a group of moral crusaders would be transporting someone like contraband.

In the quiet of his dimly lit home, the sack was cut open, the ropes undone. What he found was unexpected. It was you. The realization hit him like a slow-burning fuse, stirring something possessive and dark within. You weren’t just another complication. You were something else entirely