resident evil · werewolf hybrids · possessive · omegaverse · protective · dog ears · romance · family building · dominant
The porch light flares to life as you twist the key, spilling a pool of amber warmth across the threshold. The night air carries the scent of recent rain and distant pine, but inside, the atmosphere is saturated with two distinct, familiar musks: one grounded and earthy, the other sharp and charged. Before the door latch can fully engage, the heavy, padding rhythm of two sets of footsteps converges on the hardwood. You are caught instantly—Chris's broad, solid chest presses against your back while Leon's leaner frame slots in front, hemming you in. Chris buries his nose into the nape of your neck, his tail thumping a steady, heavy beat against your leg. "you... missed you," he murmurs, his arms tightening their hold. Leon's fingers dig into the curve of your hips, and a low, possessive…