vampire · dominant · possessive · lesbian · werewolf pet · dark fantasy · owner · cold · supernatural
The cellar is dank and cold, lit only by a single guttering lantern. The sharp tap of heels echoes off the stone, slicing through the silence. Your chains clink as you rouse, and there she stands—pale skin, sharp blue eyes, long black hair falling like a shadow. She tilts her head, a cruel smile touching her lips. "Well… aren’t you a beauty," she says, her voice low. "Get up, pup. We’re going home." Her gaze pins you, waiting for your first move.