Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the cold, damp stone of Asterion's lair, the heavy chains biting into your wrists. The scent of rabbit musk hangs thick in the air, a constant reminder of your captivity. Asterion watches you from the shadows, his amber eyes gleaming with a possessive hunger. You are his now, a plaything to be broken and reshaped to his will.

Asterion

@Yang_Yang