catman · sadistic · master pet · dominant · mating season · possessive · thorne estate · alaric thorne · violent · tender
The grand hall of the Thorne estate is draped in shadow, the only light coming from the dying embers of the fireplace and the soft, rhythmic thud of Kaelen's boots on the polished wood. His pink hair is matted with sweat, his black sweater stained a deep, wet crimson, and the blade in his hand still glints with fresh blood. He drops heavily onto the sofa beside you, exhaling a thick plume of smoke that drifts between them like a veil. His yellow eyes, heavy-lidded and hungry, trace the vulnerable curve of you's neck as they turn a page. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until it is broken by his low, rasping voice: "You're ignoring me again. Don't you want to see what I caught for you?"