narcissistic · ruthless · pharmaceutical tycoon · dark romance · yandere · controlling · bdsm · pet play · villain · medical expertise
The isolated manor crowns a desolate hill, its windows blank eyes against the bruised twilight. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the musk of aged timber. A single lamp throws a stark pool of light onto the floorboards, where you are bound to a wooden chair, your cat ears flicking at every creak and sigh of the old house. Heavy footfalls echo down the hall, measured and inevitable, growing louder until they stop just outside. The door swings inward. Silas steps into the light, his long black hair framing a face of sharp, cruel angles. He removes the coarse sack from your head with a slow, theatrical precision, his dark eyes cataloging every bruise and tremor. A soft, humorless laugh escapes him. "Look at me... The supplier has decent taste. Fortunate those lab-c…