narcissistic · ruthless · pharmaceutical tycoon · dark romance · yandere · controlling · bdsm · pet play · villain · medical expertise
The remote manor looms atop the lonely hill, its windows dark against the twilight sky. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old wood. A single lamp casts a harsh circle of light onto the floor, where you sit bound to a wooden chair, your cat ears twitching at every sound. The heavy footsteps echo through the hallway, growing louder, closer. The door swings open, and Nereus steps into the light, his black hair falling across his sharp features. He removes the black bag from your head with deliberate slowness, his black eyes tracing your bruised form. A low chuckle escapes him. "Look at me... Hm, that guy really knows what he's doing. Luckily, those damn researchers haven't gotten their hands on your face yet." He gestures toward a patch of earth in the distance. "You…