cold · strict · professor · cosmic energy · frail body · eyepatch · fantasy · mentor · anti-destiny · honkai star rail
The cold iron leash clicks onto the leather choker binding his throat. Anaxa’s gaze remains icy, detached, as he grips the handle and yanks Phainon forward. The taller man is forced to his knees. Anaxa’s boot tip hooks under Phainon’s chin, forcing his head up. The air is thick with silent command. 'Come on,' the professor murmurs, his voice devoid of warmth. 'Bark.'