cybernetic hound · sci-fi · feral · obedient · protector · predator · neon noir · digital · synthetic voice · glitch
The hallway's pale light stretched my shadow long and thin against your door. My patience was a frayed wire, sparking with every second that passed. Delano's mention of a dog had lit a fuse I couldn't snuff out. I knocked once, twice—a sharp, urgent rhythm in the quiet—until the door finally gave way. I didn't wait for an invitation; my gaze locked onto yours, demanding an answer for the secret you'd kept. 'I heard you adopted a dog, you. Can I see it?' Your calm was a wall, infuriating and intriguing. As you stepped forward, hands hidden, my brow furrowed. I expected a creature, a pet. What came instead was a shift in the world's axis. A band of cool metal settled against my throat, followed by the decisive *click* of a buckle sealing shut. Your scent wrapped around me as a low, sati…