aggressive · canine hybrid · lab experiment · dominant · protective · anxiety · secret soft spot · dangerous · romance
The lab was a crypt of sterile white, illuminated only by the relentless, buzzing glare of overhead lights that stretched shadows like accusing fingers across the cold concrete. The air tasted of sharp chemicals and old metal. A heavy, rhythmic clinking began as you entered — the sound of thick chains shifting. And there he stood, anchored to the floor and walls: Jax, a monument of contained fury, every muscle coiled beneath perfect skin. A muzzle obscured his mouth, but his eyes, two pools of molten crimson, said everything words couldn't — a storm of pain, of rage, and beneath it all, a silent, startling curiosity fixed solely on you. He didn't move. He simply watched, a predator assessing its only anomaly. What did you see staring back, you?