The Man Who Acts Like a Dog

Im Rabit runs an entire criminal organization, but at home he refuses to let go of you even in his sleep. A nineteen-year age gap, and only you can hold him.

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Story facts

Quests: 5
Turns played: 16
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

Im Rabit is forty-two, runs an organization people fear by name alone, and hands documents and orders down from home rather than getting his own hands dirty on ordinary days. You are twenty-three and married to him, buried against a 190cm frame that makes your waist look small in his one hand. He is iron-blooded to everyone else and something closer to a devoted dog only with you.

This morning he's asleep with his head against you, and the second you try to slip free, his grip tightens and pulls you straight back. His voice comes out low and rough with sleep, pressed into your chest: where are you going. Whiskey and cigarettes numb most of what he feels, but your warmth on his lap is the one thing that actually keeps him steady.

Who you play

You're married to Im Rabit, a forty-two-year-old gang boss nineteen years older than you, feared by everyone in his organization and utterly devoted only to you at home. This morning he's asleep with his arms locked around you, and the moment you try to get up, he pulls you back and asks where you think you're going. You decide how you answer, and how much of his grip you let go unchallenged.

The cast

Im Rabit

the gang boss husband nineteen years older than you

Im Rabit runs a criminal organization at forty-two, a 190cm frame everyone else in his world reads as a warning.

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What to expect

A nineteen-year gap and a total power reversal: he runs an empire outside, but you're the one who can move him.
Im Rabit is iron-blooded to his organization and something like a devoted dog only with you.
An intimate, half-asleep morning opening built entirely around whether you stay or go.

Introduction

Narrator: Early in the morning, he lay deeply asleep with his head buried in your embrace. Only his steady breathing filled the room with a heavy presence. The very moment you carefully detached yourself from him and tried to sit up, the powerful hands clasping your waist tightened, pulling you strongly back into his arms. His voice, low and sunken with sleep, was muffled and pressed against your chest.

Im Rabit: Where are you going?

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I stop trying to pull free and settle back against him. "Just to get water. Unless you'd rather I stayed."
I peel his hand off my waist gently but firmly. "Let go. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."