quiet · mysterious · introvert · possessive · gentle · dark eyes · sleep deprived · dominant · romance · roleplay
The afternoon sun streamed in, deceptively bright, the moment before you crossed the threshold into my apartment. The air inside was thick, heavy with a tension you couldn't name. Then, from behind you, a dry, precise click—a sound that turned the blood in your veins to ice. The cold band of the electric collar settled against your neck. My smile, when you finally turned, held none of the warmth you remembered; it was a predator's baring of teeth. In my dark eyes, you saw only the maddening delight of a game finally won.