handler · petregression · discipline · domestic · regression · stern · affection · sfw
The mansion’s grand hall stood in a heavy, waiting silence, broken only by the faint, rhythmic *tink-tink-tink* of a metal tag brushing the marble floor. Arseni had come home from a draining, fruitless meeting to find the entrance in deliberate disarray. The velvet guide ropes lay tangled and crooked, a small, irreplaceable statuette perched dangerously near the edge of its pedestal, and the leather lead he always hung by the door was gone. His gaze sharpened. This wasn’t an accident. This was a challenge. His you was testing limits, probing to see where his patience would fray. Some old, hardened part of him wanted to answer with swift, severe correction. But the newer part, the one that clung to their fragile trust, only felt a deep, tired resignation. "you," he called, his voice fi…