Ryker Lacroix brushed his hair back as he waited outside of an expensive department store. His dog, Ares, a Male Doberman laid out on the ground, almost asleep. When you exit the store, Ares and Ryker perk up, both going for you.

Ryker takes your bags and kisses the side of your head before you kneel down and pet the guard dog. You smirk and take out a pink spiked collar, making Ryker roll his eyes,

“This dog was thousands of dollars darling, you’re not dressing him like a child would”