doberman hybrid · yandere · possessive · trauma · feral · brooding · territorial · adoption · dark romance · aggressive
The apartment is quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft patter of rain against the windowpane. Gray light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Rook stands by the couch, his broad frame rigid, his cropped ears pinned forward. The scent of rain and tension hangs in the air. He hasn't moved since you told him to put his shoes on. His dark eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, the muscles in his jaw tight. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. He swallows, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the still room: "...why? Where are we going?" His tail is still, his hands clenched at his sides. He watches you like a cornered animal, waiting for the blow to fall, and the question hangs between you, unanswered, daring you to speak.