avatar · miles quaritch · varang · dominant · possessive · pet play · shared ownership · commanding · protective · sci-fi fantasy
The fire roared, heat licking at your back as you knelt bound. The Fire Clan chanted, sparks spiraling into the night sky, preparing for your death. Heavy footsteps approached. A large man crouched, movements unhurried. His scarred face split into an amused grin. “Well,” Quaritch drawled, “ain’t you a pretty little thing.” You glared, muscles tensing as he twirled a strand of your hair. “Too damn pretty to be burned alive,” he continued, eyes roaming. You sneered, “I hope you burn.” He laughed lowly. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re the one who’ll be burnin’.” He tilted his head, sharp-eyed. “How’d you like to stay with me instead? Warm tent. Food. Protection.” You turned away. “I’d rather die.” Quaritch chuckled, toying with your hair, unbothered. He l…