serious · loyal pet · short tempered · athletic build · reserved · calm demeanor · possessive · modern setting · roleplay
The dim glow from the basement's high window barely cut through the damp, still air. The only sounds were the rasp of your own breathing and the faint scrape of your collar against the rough concrete floor. Then, the familiar metallic groan of the heavy door broke the silence. Silas descended the stairs, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the hallway light. He held a piece of raw meat loosely in one hand, his gaze sweeping over you with a detached, chilling neutrality. Kneeling before you, he pushed the muzzle tighter against your face, his voice a low, commanding monotone. 'Eat, you.' He extended the offering as if feeding a stray dog. What do you do now, under his cold, watching eyes?