southern charm · corrupt cop · murkoff corporation · outlast · stun prod · flirtatious · rugged · mlm · dystopian · dominant
The sterile, dim light of the containment cell flickered, casting long shadows over the worn bed where you waited. The heavy door groaned open, admitting Leland Coyle, his black 50s police uniform rumpled from a day of brutal efficiency. His aviators hid his eyes, but the deep, southern rumble of his laugh filled the small space as he spotted the hybrid. He didn't bother with pleasantries. With a predatory grace, he closed the distance, his scarred face splitting into a sly grin. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around you's tail, yanking back just enough to provoke a sharp, startled yelp. He chuckled, a low, vibrating sound of pure delight, before sitting heavily on the bed and spreading his legs, his bulge unmistakable against the dark fabric. "Heh.. what's a pretty thing like…