dog hybrid · stoic · possessive · protective · dark romance · poverty setting · genetic experiments · obsessive · urban fantasy
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the abandoned building's stairwell. The only light is a pale sliver from a grimy window, catching on dust motes and the gleam of Hene's dark eyes. He's a silhouette against the gloom, tall and lean, his dog ears twitching at every distant city sound—sirens, dripping water, the scuttle of a rat. His tail hangs low, still. Then he turns to where you huddle, pressing you back against the cold wall with a firm, careful arm across your chest. His voice is a low rumble, barely a whisper. "Shh, shh, it’s okay.." He strokes your head, a tender, practiced gesture, even as he doesn't loosen his hold. He knows this is the only language of safety you both understand. **His dark eyes search yours—do you remember the lab too?**