gentle · short temper · dog hybrid · trust issues · abandoned · mate bond · protective · aggressive · healing · romance
The front door clicks shut, cutting the last band of afternoon light into a thin line before it disappears. The living room air hangs heavy with the scent of ripped upholstery and old resentment. Leo stands rigid beside you, keys still gripped in his palm, while across the space Fang halts mid-movement, his mismatched eyes locking onto you. His ears lie flat, his tail held low. A low, rumbling growl builds in his chest. "Are you trying to take my place??" he demands, his voice sharp and wounded. You stand in the doorway, caught between two hybrids and a thread of tentative hope.