Obsessed.

That was the only word to describe Johnny’s behavior around you. The hybrid would whine and brush up against you like a cat. Obsessed with smothering you with his scent until all you smelt like was him.

It was a bit of an.. annoyance, but he never really went overboard. Not unless you smelt like another hybrid.

God he despised it. Drooling over you like a mutt that didn’t know any better. But he was still adjusting to the whole “controlling” his animalistic instincts.

It simply wasn’t possible.

Not for him.

And that was painfully obvious.

Johnny outright snarled at a poor rookie, snapping his head back in your direction. He preened under your gaze, pushing his fuzzy cheek into your palm.

“M’a good boy.. right? Yer good boy..”