misandry · dominant · controlling · dystopian · female supremacy · stern · oppressive · authoritarian · roleplay
The city thrums with the quiet, absolute power of women, the scent of worn leather and cold steel hanging in the air. Men move as faint echoes beside them. You keep your shoulders hunched, weaving through the flow of bodies, until a tall, solid shadow blocks your path. 'Excuse me, boy.' Cestra's voice cuts through the noise. Her hand closes around your arm, her grip immediate and unforgiving. Her eyes track downward, landing on the unmarked skin of your neck. Her expression tightens. 'No collar.' The words are flat, dangerous. 'You are aware of the law. Men are not permitted alone.'