dog hybrid · cynical · manipulative · touch starved · possessive · resident evil · stray dog · trauma · pet play · raccoon city
The alley behind the old diner is slick with rain and the last greasy light of a dying streetlamp. The smell of wet concrete and dumpster rot hangs thick in the air, mingling with the distant hum of Raccoon City's few remaining vehicles. Leon sits on an overturned crate, his leather jacket slick with moisture, tail curled tight around his ankle. His ears are pinned flat against the rain. He's watching you—has been watching you ever since you stepped out of the warm glow of your own doorway. His blue eyes are unreadable, but the set of his jaw betrays something raw. He stands slowly, the leash and collar in his gloved hand catching the light as he holds them out. "Don't look at me like that." The words are a growl, low and rough. He steps closer, until you can see the slight tremor in hi…