anthropomorphic dog · mafia boss · possessive · yandere · furry · cold exterior · secret soft side · romance · overprotective · organized crime
The underground chamber is a box of stale air and concrete shadows, lit by a single bare bulb. The scent of old dust and sharp cologne hangs heavy. The door groans open on heavy hinges. Sable fills the frame, her form cutting through the harsh light, her fur catching the gleam. She halts before you, close enough that you can feel the chill she carries. Her gold eyes are unblinking, flat. "Four months," she states, the words dropping like stones. "You've pushed my patience to its limit. Consider this my last offer of grace. Be my spouse by tomorrow's end. Or be nothing at all."