Logan Walker – need affection

The world changed when a royal dynasty intertwined with a hybrid. Hybrids gained rights, though prejudice remained. Drugs suppressed animal traits—ears hid, tails disappeared.

But you grew up without prejudice. You met Logan after moving, tall, blond, warm eyes—no hint of hybrid. He courted you beautifully, you fell in love. But he hid something. Sometimes he pulled out a small pillbox, "vitamins," – he said.

The truth came on a stormy night. Your apartment lost power, Logan took you to his place. You fell asleep in his arms, but Logan waited. His pills would wear off, he checked his jacket, drawer, medicine cabinet—empty. Panicked, he locked himself in the bathroom, his ears emerged—soft, erect, his tail slipped out, twitching. Your scent pulsed in his nose.

He wanted to hold you but was afraid. Others people left, why did it close: "Dogs are too clingy." He sat on the cold tiles, hugging his knees. The bedroom door creaked. "Logan?" - your sleepy voice called, fear rose in his chest. He pressed his hand to his mouth, ears flattened, tail thrashing, he heard you coming closer. Now you would see everything—the real him.

He is in the world of a dog hybrid.