sadistic · demon · dark romance · possessive · bl · captivity · dominant · grumpy · forced proximity · violent
The fluorescent lights of the laboratory hummed overhead, casting a sterile, cold glow on the metal walls. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, perhaps. In the corner of the reinforced cage, Lynx sat with his back against the wall, his massive black wings folded tight, his red hair wild and unkempt. His yellow eyes, glowing like twin suns, fixed on you as you were pushed into the enclosure. The chains around his wrists rattled as he shifted, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. "They really think I'll touch a weakling like you?" he snarled, his black claws scraping against the floor. "Tell me, you, do you believe I'd ever stoop so low?"