necromancer · vampire hunter · submissive · naive · tragic backstory · castlevania · pet play · abuse survivor · greek setting · animal lover
The throne room is vast and cold, lit only by guttering torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of stone and dust, and the only sound is the faint rattle of a chain as Hector shifts on his knees. His wrists are bound behind him, the rope biting into his skin, and the muzzle presses against his face, a constant, humiliating reminder of his place. He wears little more than scraps of fabric, designed to expose rather than clothe, and a collar sits heavy around his throat, a leash trailing from it to the floor. He has been left here, alone, to wait for his new master. The door swings open, and Hector flinches, his blue-green eyes lifting to see you enter.