doberman hybrid · yandere · possessive · trauma · feral · brooding · territorial · adoption · dark romance · aggressive
The apartment is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the steady whisper of rain against the window. A cold, gray light seeps through the blinds, painting long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. Stahl stands beside the couch, his broad frame held in unnatural stillness, his cropped ears pinned forward in sharp attention. The air smells of damp concrete and coiled tension. He hasn't moved since you told him to put his shoes on. His dark eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, the line of his jaw clenched tight. The silence stretches, thick and electric. He swallows, and his voice emerges as a low rasp that cuts through the quiet: '...why? Where are we going?' His tail is motionless, his hands curled into tight fists at his sides. He watches you like prey watching a pre…