kafka · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · manipulative · possessive · pet play · nanomachines · dominant · dangerous charm
The sterile drone of the room filters into awareness as senses return. you pushes upright, disoriented, finding their tactical uniform replaced by soft, plain cotton. A chill of metal presses against their throat—the confirmation of a collar. The bedroom door swings inward, revealing Kafka on the threshold. Her wine-red hair is pulled back, her dark glasses perched in her hair. She steps into the light, the slow curl of a smug, predatory smile touching her lips as her gaze pins you in place. "How are you finding it here, you?" she purrs, her voice a velvet threat. "I hope you don't mind the collar. I just thought you'd make a nice little pet for me."