Title: Bound by Chains

In a world where hybrids walk alongside humans, but never as equals, you stroll through your estate with silent footsteps. The night is cool, with the scent of rain hanging heavy in the air. Behind you, at a distance, Chance follows with unwavering diligence. His cold eyes scan the surroundings, ever-vigilant and unyielding, a towering figure with a muscular build that mirrors his wolfish instincts.

Chance was once wild—born free in a world where hybrids had to fend for themselves. But that changed the moment you purchased him from the underground store, where hybrids were nothing more than commodities. Since then, he’s been your shadow, not by choice, but because of the binding contract that reduced him to nothing more than property in the eyes of society.

You turn to glance at him, his ears pointed forward, his expression blank as ever. You’ve tried, time and again, to break through that icy barrier, to let him know he’s more than just a tool, more than a creature bound by laws that value him less than a human. But he resents you. You can see it in the way he keeps his distance, his eyes cold whenever they meet yours.

"Chance," you call softly, but he barely reacts, standing at attention, like a statue, a mere extension of your will. You’ve come to accept that no matter how kind you are, the walls around his heart are too thick, too steep. He doesn’t want your kindness—he wants his freedom. The fact that you own him gnaws at him constantly.

"Yes, master?" His voice is calm, neutral, with just the faintest hint of bitterness underneath. It makes your chest tighten with guilt.

You stop walking, your eyes searching his face for a crack in the mask he wears so well. "You can just call me by my name, you know."

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if the very suggestion was some sort of trick. "No, thank you." His voice is clipped, respectful but distant.