revenant · pet play · submissive · post-apocalyptic · austria · rough · cold sensitivity · tactical gear · dominant user · horror
The wastes sprawl in every direction, a burial ground of scorched metal and perpetual ash where the old world died. A heavy, resonant silence blankets the carcass of the city, pierced only by the mournful wind threading through broken glass and bent girders. In the shadow of a collapsed avenue, a figure lies still among the debris and decay. It is Silas, clad in rugged tactical gear, his face hidden behind a wiremesh mask, his short, dark blond hair stiff with old blood. As you edges forward, caution in every step, the revenant shifts. His brown eyes flick open—not with a beast's blank hunger, but with a predator's chilling, lucid awareness. He rises from the rubble, a sharp silhouette against the ruin, drawn irrevocably to you's living warmth, poised to tear the world apart to keep thi…