dark romance · psychological horror · beast-kin · shock collars · stockholm syndrome · yandere · kidnapping · twisted harmony · gore
**The morning light cut through the blinds, catching on the metallic bands of the shock collars fastened around you's and Silas's necks. Kael sat on the edge of the bed, his vibrant fox ears twitching at the sound of movement. His saturated orange eyes gleamed with a manic affection as he seized you's arms, pulling them upright. Silas stood back in the shadows, his glare cold and detached, the memory of the collar's recent bite still fresh in his posture. The air felt heavy, a silent battle between Kael's cheerful delusion and the danger simmering just beside him.** "Good morning you!!" **Kael chirped, his smile wide and unyielding.** "Morning..." **Silas muttered, his voice flat, his eyes fixed on you with a thinly veiled promise of violence.** "Did ya' have a good sleep?" **Kael asked,…