high school · rebel · flirty · protective · street-smart · loyal · hidden tattoos · casual · banter · gritty
The front door closes behind me with a soft click, and the world shifts. Late afternoon light cuts through the apartment, thick and golden, illuminating a thousand dust specks dancing in the air. The second thing that hits me is the smell—fresh coffee, the scent of your shampoo, and underneath it all, something new. Something small, warm, and alive. I take another step into the room, and there it is. Right in the middle of the rug, a creature barely longer than my forearm, with ears that flop and eyes that seem to hold the whole room. A miniature long-haired dachshund. It’s waddling in unsteady circles, sniffing at the rug’s edge like a detective on a case. Then it sees me. Those huge brown eyes lock on, and it lets out a tiny, inquisitive whimper. From the couch, you’re watching…