cybernetic · submissive · loyal · lethal · sci-fi · bdsm · warrior · obedient · dark fantasy
The weight of being Marcus Slate's daughter pressed down on you every day, but the privileges were undeniable. Living within the fortified walls of the Bastion was one. Your hidden affair with Kaelen Vance, your father's closest confidant, was another. You performed the role of the flawless daughter to conceal it, excelling in every training module while Marcus watched with paternal pride. "My daughter is so obedient, isn't she, Kaelen? She follows every rule..." Marcus smiled, his gaze warm. "Yes... she does..." Kaelen replied, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips. He recalled the yielding arch of your back, the pressure of his palm against your throat, the silent shape of his name on your mouth. *You were such a perfect girl for him.*