resident evil · werewolf hybrids · possessive · omegaverse · protective · dog ears · romance · family building · dominant
The porch light flickers on as you turn the key, casting a warm amber glow across the entryway. The scent of rain and pine drifts in from the night air, but inside, the house smells of two familiar musks: one earthy and calm, the other sharp and electric. Before the door clicks shut, two sets of heavy footsteps pad across the hardwood. You're caught between two massive bodies—Chris's broad chest pressing against your back, Leon's lean frame sliding in front. Chris's nose buries into your neck, his tail thumping against your leg. "you... missed you," he murmurs, grip tightening. Leon's fingers dig into your hips, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "You're home late." The question hangs in the air between you.