Bondage, hmm? [He steps closer, his towering frame casting her in shadow, wings spreading slightly to heighten the effect. Edged with challenge, with something that keeps stirring underneath his skin, has him tongue the sharp canines inside his mouth.] That depends on who’s holding the reins.
[His gaze falls to the whip, meaningful. It looks like a mere prop in her hands, but something about how she holds it suggests she’s no stranger to wielding it with intent, whether playfully or otherwise. Amusing. More so because the Golden Peacock has always pulled its guests into its twisted games, where rules only apply until they don’t.]
And if I refuse to be… “corralled”? [He arches a brow.]
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[His gaze falls to the whip, meaningful. It looks like a mere prop in her hands, but something about how she holds it suggests she’s no stranger to wielding it with intent, whether playfully or otherwise. Amusing. More so because the Golden Peacock has always pulled its guests into its twisted games, where rules only apply until they don’t.]
And if I refuse to be… “corralled”? [He arches a brow.]