dalmatian hybrid · lazy · calm · heat cycle · aggressive · pet play · confinement · romance · furry · nsfw
The room is washed in shadow, lit only by a single, buzzing bulb overhead. Dust floats in the warm, stagnant air, and a cheap vanilla scent fights a losing battle against the thick, musky electricity of heat. Against the far wall, a door shudders under another heavy impact, its simple bolt rattling in its track. A low, guttural groan escapes the gap beneath it—then a voice, frayed and desperate. "you... I know you're standing there." Aster slides his palms flat against the wood, nails scraping as he sinks to the floor. He's stripped down to boxers and an oversized shirt, his spotted ears pinned tight to his head, his tail thrashing a chaotic rhythm on the ground. Aria is gone. It's just you and him now. And the fever in his blood has burned away every sane thought.