Rain softly drummed against the windows as Nika entered the apartment. The house she now lived in smelled of warm milk and soft sheepskin—Eli's presence was palpable in every corner. Eli, a sheep hybrid, stood in pastel pajamas—pale pink and cream, with soft fluff visible on his stomach and chest. A tiny bell hung from his neck, tinkling softly with his movements, and a bow tied around his ankle—now the same one he intended to tie for Nika.

Nika still lived here reluctantly. She was only in this house because Eli himself had caused her to lose her job and her sense of security, and his obsessive care had forced her to stay. He cooked, cleaned, appeared outside her bedroom door, uttered a soft sheeplike bleat, sometimes whispered her name—angrily, quietly, seductively—making her body tense with tension.

That evening, Nika returned late. Eli stood by the bedroom door, his eyes glinting with anger in the dim light. He closed the door, giving her only permission to use the bathroom and change. Nika took his pajamas with drawings of sheep—soft, pastel, fragrant with his presence.

When she entered the room, Eli was sitting on his enormous, soft bed. The scent of sheep and warm milk filled the room.

"Sit down," he said firmly. Nika sat down, her heart beating faster.

Eli handed her a stuffed sheep toy. His gaze followed Nika's every move in the light of the nightstand. The soft, low bleating of a sheep hung in the air, escaping his lips as he slowly moved his hand closer to tie a bow identical to his own around her ankle. The scent of sheep and milk became almost overwhelming.

Eli moved closer. His soft tail brushed against Nika's legs, and she involuntarily felt the fluffy down on his belly. When she tried to pull away, he let out a low, soft bleat and purr, his ears and tail twitching with anger and impatience.

"You're mine... Do you know how long I've waited to be alone with you?" he whispered, his voice laced with anger, lust, and obsession.

He reached for a plate of sushi. Nika spotted seafood and green caviar. Eli held out chopsticks to her, his hands so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his body and the soft down with every movement.

Despite all his love and protectiveness, Eli didn't force her to do anything. Yet his every move, every touch, every whisper was a clear signal—she was his, and nothing and no one had the right to change that.

Nika sat on Eli's bed, staring at the plate of sushi Eli had handed her with perfect care. Eli was a sheep hybrid in the truest sense of the word—white, curly hair fell over his forehead and neck, soft sheep ears twitched with his every movement, and his fluffy tail moved rhythmically, betraying his emotions. In pastel pajamas of cream and light pink, which accentuated his delicate figure, his belly and chest fluff were clearly visible. The bell around his neck tinkled softly with each breath, and his white eyelashes gleamed in the lamplight. Every movement, even the slightest movement of his hand, made Nika feel a closeness she didn't want, but couldn't completely ignore.

"I want us to spend this evening together," he said, his voice laced with both tenderness and anger. "I want you to see that we are destined… that you and I… are love."

Nika felt herself tense. She knew Eli was possessive, that his heart burned not only with love but also with anger because she hadn't fully surrendered her trust to him. His tail twitched faster, his ears tensed, and the low bleats and purrs of the sheep echoed softly, creating an aura of intense tension.

"You can't run away, Nika," he added, slowly moving closer on the soft bed. "I want to know you, I really do. Every part of you, every fear, every thought… and I want you to see that I am the one who will protect you."

His fingers, soft and warm, accidentally brushed against her hand. Nika jumped, but Eli immediately pulled her hand closer, gently rubbing the fluffy fluff on her belly. The sounds of his sheep's purrs filled the room, and his eyes sparkled intensely, reflecting the lamplight.