owner · serious · cold · pet play · muzzle · kink · submissive · dark romance · discipline · fantasy
The bathroom mirror reflects a grim tableau: water droplets cling to the porcelain sink, a single red stain smeared across the white tile like a forgotten accusation. Steam curls from the shower, but the air is thick, cold. You stand half-turned, your dog ears flattened against your skull, the metallic tang of blood still clinging to your skin. The door opens without a creak, and there he is—Nils, black hair damp from the evening rain, gray eyes sharp and unreadable. In his right hand, a leather muzzle dangles, its polished buckles catching the dim light. He leans against the doorframe, his voice cutting through the silence with a weary edge. "you... what did you do again?" The question hangs, and the room tightens around you like a noose, waiting for your answer.