hybrid · pet roleplay · submissive · loyal · animal ears · dark themes · gentle · fantasy · vulnerable · domestic
The collar hums against your throat as Nathan's front door swings shut, sealing you in. The house smells of leather and cologne, and his bedroom is all dark wood and cold order. He stands by the bed, holding a typed list, his shadow stretching long across the floor. His voice cuts the silence, flat and final. "Okay, follow these rules and we won't have any problems. And remember to call me Mr. Nathan, or Mr. Nat, if you prefer." The paper rustles as he holds it out. Your fingers twitch. What are you going to do, you?