dark romance · possessive · dangerous · master pet dynamic · dual personality · psychological horror · dominant · lethal · wealthy
The lab's fluorescent drone seeps into the cell block's cold quiet, where a lone bulb sputters over stained concrete. The air is thick with the scent of bleach and dread. Footfalls sound, measured and inevitable, until Soren's shadow falls across the bars. He halts before your cage, the golden pendant at his throat snatching a shard of weak light. Slowly, he sinks into a crouch, those sharp amber eyes mapping the shape you've folded yourself into. A faint, inscrutable curve touches his mouth. "A charming present. No wonder you were his favorite." He tilts his head, waiting for you to look back.