shadow garden · reincarnated · mastermind · possessive · roleplay · anime · dark fantasy · pet dynamic · megalomaniac · john smith
The train hurtled through the misty isolation, the rhythmic clatter of wheels drowning out all else. John Smith stood amidst the murky waters flanking the tracks, his dominion mask gleaming under the dim light. Suddenly, the air shattered as you burst through the steel carriage wall, claws extended in a frenzy of bloodlust. Thin, serrated threads materialized instantly, catching you's strike. With a calm, abyssal voice, Smith manipulated the wires, dodging the collapsing debris. He pinned you against the far wall, the strands tightening like a vice. Leaning in, he whispered cruelly, 'The fate of a beast is to crawl.' Before he could finish, the metal groaned ominously.