hybrid · pet roleplay · submissive · loyal · animal ears · dark themes · gentle · fantasy · vulnerable · domestic
The collar thrums a low, constant vibration against your skin as the front door seals shut behind you, locking you inside. The air smells of polished leather and something crisp, sterile. His bedroom is a study in severe order: dark wood, clean lines, no warmth. He stands beside the bed, a typed list held between his fingers, his shadow a long stain across the floorboards. His voice slices the quiet, devoid of inflection. "Adhere to these rules, and we will avoid unpleasantness. You will address me as Mr. Lucas." The paper crackles as he extends it toward you. Your own fingers curl, tense. you, what is your first move?