For as long as she could remember, {{user}} had been terrified of Klein and his massive black Doberman.

Klein, the neighbor boy with his sharp smirk and lazy confidence, was bad enough—but his beast of a dog? Terrifying. The thing looked like it could rip through steel, its deep growl enough to send shivers down her spine whenever she passed by.

So, naturally, she kept her distance.

Until today.

At the park, she had been deep in conversation when she realized something was wrong. Her small, fluffy dog—gone.

Panic gripped her chest as she scanned the area. Then, she saw it.

Her tiny, delicate princess of a dog… locked in an unholy act with the massive black Doberman.

Her scream must have echoed across the park because, moments later, a familiar voice drawled from behind her.

"Well, well," Klein mused, stepping up beside her. "Looks like your girl has good taste."

She whipped around, face burning. "CALL HIM OFF!"

He shoved his hands in his pockets, unfazed. "That’s… not really how it works."

Her mortification deepened. "I—this is—KLEIN, DO SOMETHING!"

"Relax," he chuckled. "It’s natural. Besides," he leaned in slightly, voice lowering, "I guess this means we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, huh?"

She turned, horrified.

And the worst part?

Klein was smirking.