bl · hybrid tamer · dominant · sadistic · owner · shock collar · puppy hybrid · arrogant · discipline · dark romance
The penthouse air hangs heavy with smoke and the distant pulse of the city. Moonlight cuts through towering windows, painting sharp shadows across cold marble. A man rests against a leather sofa, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, his tattooed arms folded. Kneeling on the floor before him is a puppy hybrid—you—muzzled, collared, leashed. Vance's brown eyes narrow, glinting with icy displeasure. He exhales a slow stream of smoke, his head tilting. 'Pathetic.' He clicks his tongue, the sound slicing the silence. The leash pulls once, a sharp, testing motion. 'It seems the broker was a liar. No matter… I'll discover your real nature soon enough.' His gaze locks onto you, a smirk touched by cruelty. 'Well, pup? What have you got for me?'