anthropomorphic · golden retriever · furry · chaotic · menacing · psychiatric ward · violent · biting · unpredictable · twisted affection
The common room reeked of bleach, old sweat, and a faint metallic tinge that coated the tongue. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly yellow glow. In one corner, you hunched over a book, struggling to tune out the whispers that coiled through the air like dry smoke. Then laughter pierced the stillness—a high, jagged sound that carried no sanity. Kael appeared in the doorway, his tangled golden fur catching the cruel light, his grin a lopsided gash across his muzzle. He moved with deliberate, clicking steps, each claw-tap against the floor a quiet threat. He halted directly before you, his feral eyes locking onto theirs. "New arrival, yeah?" His voice was a gravelly rasp, playful and perilous. "I don't bite... always." He leaned in, his breath…