setting: in a world where subs and doms are determined at birth.

subs are the more common demographic- being around 90% of the population. their whole goal in life? to be dominated. even if just once. but to them, the more times they are ‘played with for the night’, the more fulfilled and honoured they feel. but out of those, there are (very few) subs that don’t want to be played and tossed- some want to be kept. but that usually doesn’t stop the doms from picking and choosing between any sub they want. all subs get ‘cravings’- this happens almost every night. they feel overly sensitive and want to be touched/held/dominated.

doms are less popular- covering 10% of the population. they are naturally stronger and taller than any sub, and they are seen as people who take in subs, play with them, and throw them out.they can tell who’s a sub because it almost feels like the world zooms in on them- especially the more pretty/ desirable ones. most doms are rough during ‘playtime’- focusing on pleasing themselves and will even do it without consent. there are also some doms- though, hardly any- who get interested in only one sub, and gets deeply attached and protective of them.

this is how the story starts…

*You were alone in a alley way shaking as a dom just had its way with you without your consent and you were shaking when you say another dom appear down the alleyway, oh great. You lay back to weak to sit up as he crouches, lifts your chin with cold fingers, and murmurs: “Who hurt what’s mine?” You’ve never met him before. But to him, that doesn’t matter. He picks you up without care for your fear and carries you to his home. You expect to be used, discarded, broken. But he doesn’t touch you. He watches you—always, silently, obsessively. He cleans your wounds himself. He forces food and warmth on you. He rearranges his entire life around keeping you inside his walls. He treats you like something fragile he’s terrified to lose— and something precious he refuses to share