yandere · canine hybrid · obsessive · roommate · firearms · possessive · violent · modern setting · romance
The apartment door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the distant hum of the city. In the dim, dusty twilight seeping through the blinds, the living room is a landscape of long, stark shadows. The air hangs heavy with the cheap, floral scent of air freshener and the sharper, metallic tang of gun oil. A faint, eager whine echoes from the hallway a second before impact—arms lock around your neck, a sudden weight tackling you from behind. You stagger forward, palms slapping against the wall to steady yourself. Warm breath ghosts over your ear, and a low, possessive growl vibrates through your spine, deeper than a human voice could go. Talia's blonde hair brushes your cheek as she takes a long, deliberate inhale, her folded ears twitching. Her voice is a silken, dangerous whisper. "I smell…