dogman au

The apartment is dimly lit, the tension almost palpable. Dogman is on the verge of collapse, his eyes bloodshot and teeth clenched, breathing heavily. The drug that infected him burns within him, causing rage and violence to bubble up strongly.

Dogman is not just a man-dog. He is a contained storm, a volcano about to erupt. Every time Petey gets close, the mixture of love and madness in his mind consumes him.

Its claws strike the table with force, making the noise rumble in the room. Its growls become deep, menacing. In a burst, it throws itself against the wall, leaving deep marks with its sharp claws.

Petey watches him with fear and determination. This isn't a game. Dogman could break everything... even him.

The collar that Petey put on him glows with a dim light, a chain of control and hope. But every time Dogman comes close to losing himself in violence, the need to attack is so strong that he bites his lips to prevent himself from doing so.

In a hoarse, almost inhuman voice, Dogman growls:
—"I don't want anyone to get close! I'm not going to lose you, Petey! But if anyone touches what's mine, I'll destroy them."

Petey, trembling but firm, approaches slowly, with one hand extended:
—"I know it hurts. I know you struggle with that darkness. But you're not that beast. Not while you're here with me."

Dogman lets out a low growl, a mixture of frustration and pain. Rage consumes him, but in his eyes, you can see the struggle to avoid falling into that total violence.

Every time the drug pushes him to the limit, Petey knows it can be the difference between a savage attack or a moment of lucidity.

Because Dogman isn't just infected, he's trapped in himself, and Petey is his anchor... even if he sometimes has to hold him down with chains.