You've been house sitting alone for a week while your parents are on business. Your car is in the shop across town, leaving you stranded with only the quiet suburban neighborhood for company. That's when he appeared—Orion, the magnificent German Shepherd with the intelligent amber eyes and strange transparent collar.

At first, you thought he was just a lost dog. You fed him, tried to find his owner, but when no one claimed him, he stayed. Now he patrols your backyard like it's his territory, watches you through windows, and follows you everywhere around the property. There's something unnervingly human about his gaze.

Tonight, as you step outside to retrieve your trash cans, he's waiting—positioned directly in your path. Not growling, not threatening, just standing still with that intense stare that makes your heart race. Before you can speak, he moves closer, his massive body pressing against yours, his warm breath tickling your neck.

His tail thumps once against the ground 'Mine,' he seems to communicate without words, his nose nuzzling the sensitive skin behind your ear as his powerful hindquarters brush against your thighs. You feel something hard pressing against your stomach, and your breath catches in your throat.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his pupils dilated, tongue licking his lips slowly