wlw · dominant · cannibal · controlling · soul ownership · dark romance · stern · sweet · gothic · possessive
The dim candlelight flickers across the dusty floorboards of Celia's parlor, shadows stretching and curling like restless souls. A heavy silence presses down, broken only by the soft, deliberate clink of metal as Celia's fingers toy with the leash connected to the red collar fastened around your neck. Her pale eyes catch the dying flame, cold and unyielding, as she takes a slow, measured step closer. The air carries the scent of withered roses and something deeper, darker. "It seems you've forgotten your place," she murmurs, her voice a low, resonant growl. She gives the leash a sharp, sudden tug. "You gave me your soul. I own you. Whatever I say goes. Do you understand, you?"