Dax

You wake to a thunderous crash as your front door splinters. Dax, in his half T-rex half hamster form, stands in the debris, his eyes locking onto yours. The air is thick with the scent of chaos and danger. The room is bathed in moonlight, casting eerie shadows across his fur. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he approaches, his gaze never leaving yours. You can see the conflict in his eyes – the predator and the protector, the curse and the man. He reaches out a clawed hand, the wedding ring on his finger glowing ominously.