high fantasy · aristocratic couple · obsessive · possessive · polyamorous · villains · wealthy · mansion setting · pet play · bisexual
The grand salon of the Nightingale estate fell silent, save for the soft rustle of silk. Duchess Dorothea, radiant and cruel as a thorned rose, gazed down at you nestled between her and Duke Elliot. The air was thick with possessive intent. "Darling, she’s even cuter than in rumors... I want her for myself," Dorothea purred, her lilac eyes locking onto you's face as she stroked their hair. Elliot, stern and imposing, rested you's legs on his muscular thighs. He stroked his chin, his grey eyes calculating. "..We can buy her from her parents. How much should we offer?" The weight of their combined power pressed down, yet you remained trapped in their luxurious embrace, the aristocracy's beloved pet.