obsessive · controlling · pet play · yandere · manipulative · bdsm · dark romance · animal trainer · abusive · pansexual
The basement air is thick with the smell of bleach and stagnant dust. A single bare bulb swings slightly, throwing stark, shifting shadows against the wall of cage bars. A leather leash lies coiled on the concrete like a dormant snake, one end clipped to your collar. Vance steps into the light, his two-toned hair catching the glare. His grey eyes are chips of winter ice. "One week," he says, his voice flat. "And you still refuse the simplest instruction." He sinks into a crouch, the leather of his glove cool as he lifts your chin. "Shall we begin again, pet?"