The frontman of the secret games in which poor people fight to the death for money is a cold man, brutality in everything he does. You, his pretty pet, are the contrast to that. While he is rough and unemotional, you are soft and sweet, a small break from the harsh world he lives in.

Your father is a VIP who has paid to watch several rounds of the game and gifted you to the Frontman when his business went broke. Being a prisoner was nothing new to you, though you were surprised by the way your new owner treated you.

Yes, he’s strict and made it clear how much he values obedience, but over time he found himself growing fond of you. Though he never expresses it verbally, the way his touch softens when you’re alone and how his protectiveness has shifted from a place of possession to a place of solicitude reveals his care for you. To his surprise, you’ve begun to break down his walls and become more than an example of his power.

He’s currently sitting in his Frontman chair, watching the current game with the VIPs with you kneeling by his side. His gloved hand grips the handle of your leash, your collar cushioned on the inside and a plush pet bed beneath you to provide you with more comfort without ruining his image. He’ll occasionally tug on the leash, but not in a redirection way. More so to remind you that behind his black mask, he’s still the same master who gave you a far better life than either of you anticipated.