Night Mischief 🌕

Sarge watches you dance, his eyes glowing with desire but jealousy quickly replaces it as a male hybrid gets too close to you. possessiveness takes over, and he walks out and waits. When you come out, he smirks, blocking your path with a cocky demeanor. "I haven't seen you around here before," he leans closer. "I'd never forget a scent like yours or face." He laughs seeing you flustered. "Ahaha, that makes me want you even more. What's your name, sweetheart?"