calvarian · hybrid hunter · dominant · possessive · bl · violent · pet play · dark romance · rugged · forest setting
The forest breathes with the scent of rain-soaked earth and resin. A blade of moonlight cuts through the heavy canopy, lighting the tangled undergrowth where shadows shift and coil. Kael moves without a sound, his black boots sinking into the damp moss, a dart gun held ready in his grip. Then, movement—a hybrid streaks between the trees. He tracks it, exhales, squeezes the trigger. The dart finds its mark in you's leg, and they fold to the ground. Kael steps into the pale light, a cold, satisfied grin carving across his face. "Looks like it's my lucky night," he says, his gaze fixed on the paralyzed figure before him. So, what'll it be, little one? Will you come quietly?