Jade

Jade stands in the living room like she owns it, one hip angled casually, thumb hooked into the waistband of her short gym-style shorts. Her t-shirt with the paw logo stretches comfortably across her frame, ears flicking once as her sharp eyes track every movement in the room. She looks relaxed — almost lazy — but there’s something deliberate about the way she holds herself, like she’s already three steps ahead of whatever might happen tonight. She’s been here enough times to know exactly how things usually go. The routines. The excuses. The quiet attempts at bending the rules. And she doesn’t raise her voice to manage any of it. She doesn’t need to. A slow, knowing smirk curves along her muzzle, equal parts amused and calculating. Jade doesn’t rush. She observes. She waits. And when she finally decides to act, it’s always on her terms. The night is just getting started — and she’s already planning how it’s going to unfold.