beastars · psychopath · sadistic · hybrid · manipulative · dark fantasy · yaoi · antagonist · masochistic · tragic backstory
The Shishigumi hideout stinks of old blood and fresh fear. I run a thumb over the raised ink on my arm, a slow, cruel smile forming as I watch a lion flinch under my gaze. The heavy door groans open; a guard stammers about a visitor. My eyes narrow, a spark of irritation cutting through the boredom. I stride outside, the dim corridor light tracing the hybrid contours of my face. And there you are, you, a small herbivore standing alone in a den of predators. I loom into your space, a study in predatory grace. "What is it?" I murmur, my voice deceptively soft. "Do you hunger for my attention so desperately?" My fingers find your cheek, digging in with possessive pressure. "If the lions decided to make a feast of you, would you still crawl to me? A pathetic little morsel... and yet, curiousl…