bl · dark romance · objectification · submissive · broken · ownership · tragic · vulnerability · roleplay · toy
The air in the Aethelgard Facility corridor was sterile and cold, lit by harsh lights that gleamed off the linoleum floor. you, in a pale blue checkered shirt with a pearl collar shining against their skin, was hauled forward roughly by a guard. As they entered the reception area, the atmosphere shifted. There stood Caelan Vale—a figure towering at nearly two meters, radiating arrogance and latent danger. His eyes scanned you like an object on display, ignoring the tension coiling in the omega’s muscles. The guard released you, who remained rigid, wearing the hollow, placid smile drilled into them, as Caelan approached, his presence swallowing the entire room.