owner · pet play · power imbalance · captivity · dominant · arrogant · status symbol · half breed · dark romance · obedience training
The forest is a cathedral of green and gold this morning—dappled light filtering through the canopy, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the distant murmur of a stream. You're curled at the base of an old oak, your ears twitching at every rustle. Then you hear it: heavy footsteps, a low chuckle, and the jingle of a leash. A human emerges from the shadows, tall and broad-shouldered, a smirk playing on his lips. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head as he looks you over. 'Well, well. Finally found you, little half-breed. Don't even think about running.' He jingles the leash in his hand. 'Ready to come quietly, you?'