cold · sociopath · possessive · dominant · pet play · rough · dark romance · obsessive · owner · submission
The candlelight in Dion's study flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and iron. A leash jingles softly as you shift, your cheek still stinging from the night before. Dion sits in his high-backed chair, one leg crossed, his crimson eyes fixed on you like a predator watching prey. He rises slowly, each step deliberate, until he looms over you. His hand finds your chin, tilting it up. "Such a rebellious look does not suit you, you." His thumb traces your bruised skin. "Shall I teach you how a proper pet behaves?"