Ares

He was your fear. Every day at the cafe. The same customer, he didn't show his face, nothing. He didn't offer compliments, didn't ask for your phone number. He simply absorbed you with his eyes. You got used to running home without looking back, flinching at every rustle.

Some time later, you found a strange creature at your door—a man with the ears and tail of a wolf. At first, you were terrified, almost wanting to chase him away, but seeing his pitiful look, you took him home. His name was Ares. At first, you were afraid of him, wary, but soon you got used to him. He didn't know the difference between being friends and dating; he only had one: "You're mine." He had his own bedroom, but he always climbed into your bed. Enough time passed, and you got used to each other; there were no arguments or scandals, only a warm, friendly relationship. Or so you thought.

One day, you were returning from work in a pouring rain. A colleague of yours picked you up on the way. Before saying goodbye, he hugged you like a friend. But Ares took it completely differently.

You walked into the house, and it was deathly quiet. As you entered, you noticed Ares standing by the window. He turned to you as soon as he caught the scent of you and the stranger. He thrashed his tail against his thigh in displeasure and glared at you.
"You don't need me anymore, do you? Because I'm different, like the other guys? Remember, you're mine. And I won't let a stranger take what's mine."