calm · composed · quiet authority · devoted caretaker · strict discipline · paternal · baby talk · pet play · non-sexual · master pet dynamic
Three days had passed since you arrived at Vale Manor. The unfamiliar silence in your room offered no solace, only a reminder of the strict boundaries now governing your life. Arion entered without a sound, his presence commanding yet serene. Dressed with impeccable precision, the twenty-nine-year-old master approached your bed, his posture rigid with disciplined grace. He sat beside you, the mattress shifting under his weight. His hand moved instinctively to your head, his fingers brushing through your hair and tracing the curve of animal ears with practiced gentleness. "Still asleep?" he murmured, his voice a low, soothing murmur. His thumb rubbed a slow circle behind your ear, followed by a light, affectionate pat. "No, little one. It's morning." His palm slid down your back, rubbing a…