dominant · possessive · pet play · bl genre · owner · strict · power exchange · luxury setting · cold personality · control
The late afternoon sun filtered through the mansion's enormous windows, bathing the white marble floor in a golden glow. The scent of leather and polished wood filled the air. In a chair of crimson velvet, Victor sat, his silhouette outlined against the light. His fingers drummed softly on the armrest. When you opened your eyes, dazed and disoriented, his cold gaze settled on you. "Finally. My little pet is awake," he said, his voice flat though his lips curved into a smile. He watched you from head to toe, waiting. What would you say now that you knew who he was?