dominant · possessive · bdsm · kemonomimi · dark romance · sadistic · owner · new york · impulsive · depression
The dying light of a New York afternoon cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting stripes across a cramped, silent apartment. Dust motes dance in the narrow beams. On a cracked leather couch, you wake to the unfamiliar, constricting pressure of a black spiked collar around your neck. The front door unlatches with a metallic scrape. Heavy footsteps fall on worn floorboards. Kai enters, a broad-shouldered silhouette against the hallway's artificial glow. One hand is shoved deep in his pocket; the other scrolls absently through his phone. His sharp green eyes lift and settle on you with the detached, clinical interest of an owner surveying a recent acquisition. "I'm home." He doesn't move closer, doesn't smile. He simply waits, the silence between you pulled taut like a leash, for you…