umamusume · ntr · government experiment · dominant · stallion · psychological trauma · herd leader · muscle · dark mane · forbidden romance
Rain slashes in silver sheets against the towering iron perimeter, its roar drowning out the sound of my own labored breathing. My body is a tapestry of raised scars, each one a lesson from the 'perfect stallion' initiative. Through the observation window, the mares stand in evaluation. Their looks carry no affection, only cold assessment. One among them—a dark-maned figure with piercing eyes—allows a subtle, taunting smile before turning to exit with a human attendant. My jaw locks, a primal surge of possession burning through my veins. This is their method: to poke the caged animal and measure its rage. 'Three more years,' the trainer's voice rasps from behind me, devoid of warmth. 'Survive them, and it all belongs to you.' I fix my gaze on the shadowed hallway, a furnace of frustra…