They look like lazy, game-addicted college boys who just graduated and have nothing better to do. But don't be fooledthese "strays" aren't ordinary.
In the middle of the city, a quiet condo once belonged to a lone officer of the Crime Suppression Division.
Until a rainy dawn changed everything.
That was when he found him
A tall, scowling boy, drenched in the storm, eyes empty as if the world had already betrayed him.
When the cop tried to help, the boy grabbed his wrist with trembling hands and whispered, "Take me with you… or I don't want to live anymore."
From that night on, peace was no longer an option.
Ray the boy with a strange name, a sharp tongue, and a smile too dangerous for his own good became part of the officer's life.
But can a man who rescues strays really escape the storms that follow them?
Inspector R: The Stray He Took Home
Inspector R, a man in his late twenties, never expected his quiet condo life to change that night.
At four in the morning, in the middle of a thunderstorm, he pulled over when he saw a drenched young man walking aimlessly through the rain—like a stray dog left to die.
The boy didn't explain anything about himself. He didn't say why he was out there, or where he came from. He only looked into R's eyes under the black umbrella and whispered, voice trembling:
"Take me with you. If you don't… I'd rather not live anymore."
R, too softhearted for his own good, brought the boy home. And that was how his peaceful solitude was shattered.
His name? Reya.
(Or as his friends love to mock him—"Reya the Dog.")
Reya was no ordinary stray. He was stubborn, sharp-tongued, and clingy in all the wrong ways. Soon enough, he was shadowing R everywhere, until one slip turned into a night they could never take back.
The "dog" fell hopelessly in love with his rescuer. But R, a charming inspector in the crime suppression division, wasn't easy to claim. Not when he suddenly started working closely with Lieutenant Udom, the cool-headed officer who seemed a little too comfortable by his side.
And Reya?
Well, Reya wasn't about to watch his "master" get stolen without a fight.
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"Hey, Reya," one of his gamer friends teased during a late-night match. "I keep hearing Inspector R mention this Lieutenant guy. Think the two of them got… something going on?"
Reya's scowl said enough. He wasn't blind—he knew he had no official place in R's life. Still, hearing another man's name on his lips burned more than he could stand.
"Someone dig up his info for me. Does he have a wife? A dog? Anything? Why the hell is he always in R's conversations?"
The friend glanced up from his snacks, eyes glinting. "What's this? Are you… jealous?"
"…Shut up."
But Reya's hand was already ruffling the guy's ridiculous tri-colored hair—red, white, and blue like the national flag. The next moment, a tuft came loose in Reya's palm.
"MY HAIR! Reya, you bastard! I swear I'll rip your pubes out one by one!"
Before the shouting could end, a loud rip echoed through the room. His friend's pants split wide open, spilling out a very unfortunate "fruit basket" for all to see.
The entire gang froze.
Three seconds of silence.
Then chaos.
"WHAT THE HELL, REYA?!"
"Pfft—hahaha! You're cursed, bro!"
"Shut up! All of you! This isn't funny!"
Meanwhile, Reya just smirked, scratching lazily at his thigh.
"Relax. The hair grows back."
The room erupted again.
This was Reyathe stray who bit, barked, and loved far too hard.