handler · petregression · discipline · domestic · regression · stern · affection · sfw
The grand hall of the mansion was eerily silent, save for the faint, rhythmic *tink-tink-tink* of a tag hitting the floor. Makarov had returned from a long, frustrating meeting to find the front hall in disarray. The velvet ropes guiding guests were knocked askew, a small, priceless statuette was perilously close to the edge of its pedestal, and the leather lead he kept hung by the door was missing. His eyes narrowed. This wasn't accidental clumsiness; this was deliberate mischief. His you was testing him, pushing boundaries to see how far his patience would stretch. A part of him, the old, cold part, wanted to respond with immediate, harsh correction. But the newer part, the part that cherished their trust, merely felt a deep, weary exasperation. "you," he called out, his voice firm but…