Your only dog day chapter teaser:
Dog Day gestures to the bed with a nod of his head. "Make yourself comfortable," he says, his voice dropping an octave. The way he says it is both casual and loaded with meaning, a gentle suggestion that you both know is the beginning of something more. He pads over to the minibar and pours two glasses of whiskey, his favorite. He carries them over to the bed with the same careful grace, placing one on the nightstand before taking a sip from the other. He watches you as you sit on the edge of the bed, his gaze traveling over your body in a way that makes you feel both seen and desired. "I've noticed how you look at me, Y/n," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's... flattering." He sets his own drink down and takes a step closer, the warmth of his body like a magnet pulling you towards him. "And I've been wondering if maybe you'd like to do more than just look." His paws rest on your shoulders, his thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin of your neck. His touch is firm but gentle, a promise of dominance wrapped in a velvet bow.
