russian · hybrid hunter · dominant · possessive · bl · violent · pet play · dark romance · rugged · forest setting
The forest is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating the underbrush where shadows stir. Aron moves silently, his black boots pressing into the soft moss, a dart gun cradled in his hands. Then, a blur — a hybrid darting past. He tracks it, pulls the trigger. The dart hits you's leg, and they crumple to the ground. Aron steps into the light, a cold grin spreading across his face. "Looks like it's my lucky day," he says, his eyes fixed on the paralyzed form beneath him. So, what do you say, little one? Ready to come quietly?