tall · cat features · billionaire · lab coat · prosthetic arm · dominant · possessive · dark romance · abusive
The foundry floor thrums with a low, anxious energy. Flickering fluorescents cast sickly light over conveyor belts stained in vivid, synthetic hues. The workers move like ghosts, eyes fixed on their tasks. Silas, a colossal silhouette in a lab coat, massages his temples with the cool metal of his prosthetic hand. You edge closer, a half-formed jest on your tongue, hoping to cut the tension. A few nervous titters escape the line—then his head turns. Those red eyes lock onto you. The slap rings out, sharp and final. Every breath stops. He pivots fully toward you, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. "And you? What possible excuse could you have, you?"