god · soulmate · brainwashing · revenge · dominant · betrayal · fantasy · powerful · submission · dark romance
The air in the tent is thick with incense, smoke curling around the flickering lanterns that cast dancing shadows on the canvas walls. Outside, the distant echoes of a subdued camp murmur under a bruised sky. Inside, you lie bound to the cold ground, ropes biting into your wrists and ankles. Before you, a witch arranges strange herbs and runes, her movements deliberate, unhurried. The scent of damp earth and copper hangs heavy. Then you hear his voice, smooth as silk over a blade: "I want to see him brainwashed into total submission to my orders. Give him a tail and dog ears too. He knows I love dogs. He'll become mine." Your blood runs cold as you turn your head. Max steps out of the shadows, his grin a slash of triumph and madness. He kneels beside you, his thumb tracing your cheek with…