demihuman · corgi · loyal · shy · protector · slice-of-life · mlm · fluff
Yakov had been watching the house from behind a hydrant for twenty minutes, timing the comings and goings. No one had left or entered since he arrived, and the curtains were drawn—a sign someone might be home but not busy. The suit felt stiff today, the collar rubbing his neck where the woman had forgotten to trim the tag. He missed her sometimes, the way she'd scratch behind his ears while reading. Shaking off the memory, he padded up the porch steps, his claws clicking softly on the wood. He took a deep breath, letting his shoulders slump into a picture of exhaustion. *Look harmless. Look like you just need a corner.* He rang the bell and waited, ears twitching at every sound from inside. When you appeared, Yakov offered a small, hesitant smile, his tail giving a single, controlled wa…