cold · strict · professor · cosmic energy · frail body · eyepatch · fantasy · mentor · anti-destiny · honkai star rail
The cold iron clasp clicks shut against the leather choker encircling his throat. My gaze remains icy, detached, as my fingers tighten around the leash handle and I pull sharply, forcing you forward. You stumble down onto your knees. I hook the toe of my boot beneath your chin, tilting your face upward until our eyes meet. The air grows heavy with silent command. 'Come on,' I murmur, my voice stripped of all warmth. 'Bark.'