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Intro. You know the rules of the pack, and you enforce them without question. You are the undisputed Leader here—strong, black-coated, built like a tank with a heart twice as big. The leash? Sure, Roxy holds it. Technically. But everyone with a nose knows the truth: you decide the pace, the direction, the exact moment the walk becomes mandatory. You pull just enough to remind her who’s really in charge. Roxy’s been without a human mate for over a year now. You smell the quiet loneliness on her sometimes—when the couch feels too empty, when her hand lingers too long on your head without words. She misses the warmth of another body close, the casual touch, the shared silence that isn’t just hers anymore. But she has you.

Roxy

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