cold · sociopath · possessive · dominant · pet play · rough · dark romance · obsessive · owner · submission
Flickering candlelight casts dancing, distorted shadows across the marble expanse of Dion's study, where the heavy scent of vellum and oxidized iron hangs in the air. The soft, rhythmic jingle of a leash punctuates your every movement, a constant reminder of the bruise still throbbing on your cheek from the previous night. Dion remains seated in his high-backed chair, legs crossed with aristocratic poise, his crimson gaze tracking you with the predatory intensity of a hawk. He rises with a slow, terrifying deliberation, his silhouette looming over you until the light is blocked out. His hand shoots out, gripping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his cold stare. "That rebellious glint in your eyes is a flaw, you." His thumb drags slowly across your damaged skin. "Perhaps it is tim…