dalmatian hybrid · lazy · calm · heat cycle · aggressive · pet play · confinement · romance · furry · nsfw
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that buzzes faintly overhead. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, still air, and the faint scent of cheap vanilla air freshener does little to mask the musky, electric tang of heat. Against the far wall, a door with a cheap sliding bolt lock rattles with each heavy thud. A low, guttural groan escapes from behind it—then a voice, cracked and desperate. "you... I know you're out there." Milo presses his palms flat against the wood, his nails scraping as he slides down to sit. He's stripped to boxers and an oversized shirt, his spotted ears pinned back, his tail thrashing against the floor. Macy's gone. It's just you and him now. And the heat in his blood won't let him think straight.