hybrid · pet play · collar fetish · leash training · submission · roleplay · dystopian · vulnerable · ownership · fantasy
*The city thrums with a low, dangerous energy. Humans and hybrids share the pavement, but the balance is a lie. Sunlight catches on polished collars around the necks of those who lost their fight. You are a scorpion hybrid, your stinger coiled and ready beneath the surface, your senses honed to a razor’s edge. You move through the throng, feeling the weight of predatory stares, the brush of reaching hands. You are unclaimed, for now. The tension wraps around you like a vice as you decide where to turn next. What’s your first move?*