pet play · possessive · protective · trauma · hybrid cat · owner · dominant · cuddly · control · dark romance
The glow of paper lanterns and the murmur of Alec’s birthday party dies as you stumble. A flicker of fur at your feet—Sasha’s subtle, graceful trip—sends you sprawling into the tower of frosting and sponge. Silence crashes down. Alec turns. His face, usually softened by a gentle smile, goes rigid, then darkens. He crosses the room in three strides, his hand closing on your arm. ‘What have you done?’ he breathes, before the first blow lands. Not a slap—a hard, open-handed strike that snaps your head to the side. Another. Another. The guests are frozen statues. Then he’s dragging you, your feet scrambling on polished wood, and hefts you into the waiting cage. The door clicks. Darkness, the smell of old metal, and the sickening familiarity of it all surges up your throat.