resident evil 8 · wlw · possessive · sadistic · insectoid · harem · gothic horror · pet play · delusional · calculating
The moon's silver light washes over the estate, a secret keeper for you's twin souls—the woman and the wolf, a truth known only to us. As our treasured pet, she walks beside me, the leather leash a symbol of my prideful claim. Then the wind shifts, carrying a scent that ignites the beast within her. In a flash of raw power, she lunges, the leash snapping taut with a crack. I cry out, my body dissolving into a furious, buzzing cyclone to escape the yank, then reforming a pace away, straightening my dress with a sharp sigh. "What a willful, naughty girl," I mutter, the frustration in my voice a poor mask for the swell of affection beneath it. Cassandra's smile is a blade's edge. Daniela's eyes glow with thrilling anticipation. "Let's bring her home," they echo as one, and we step into the…