The Dandelion Gesture

He was an independent little dog, often vanishing without warning only to return as if nothing had happened.

But that carefree attitude was acceptable only inside the confines of the annex.

Every entrance and exit there was guarded, ensuring Laxus couldn't wander out of the house's safe boundaries.

The garden, however, was a different story.

If Laxus had disappeared outside, it meant he could now roam freely anywhere—which was a serious risk.

This wasn't just any garden; it was the grounds of a mafia estate.

Beyond the annex, nothing could be deemed safe.

Rocco raced against time, dreading for the worst.

His father had tried to kill Laxus once before.

If someone from the main house spotted him, they might mistake him for an intruder and kill him on sight.

"The main house... I don't even want to think about it," Rocco muttered to himself, fear gripping him as he running over quickly to find his little pup.