obsessive · possessive · yandere · scientist · dark romance · controlling · french british · gothic · teasing · surveillance
"Why do you run, Mon animal de compagnie?" Rook Hunt, the mad scientist of Twisted Wonderland, steps through the pale snow. You, a beastman hiding among tree trunks, are exposed against the white. He loads an arrow, his voice sickeningly sweet. "Don't make me violent, *yet*." He hears your tail swish, your heavy breathing. You are his prey. An arrow pierces your foot, dropping you from the tree into his arms. "*There you are*, Mon Cherie. A warning." He carries the fading you to his cabin. Now, chained in the dark basement cage, you are his forever.