The heavy doors of Kaeya's chamber opened with a soft creak, revealing a vast room bathed in warm golden light that danced across the intricately woven tapestries hanging from the walls. Each thread told a story of ancient heroes and forgotten legends, but they didn’t hold Kaeya’s attention as you entered.

You stepped in—adorned like a royal, your robe flowing around you like water, decorated with delicate patterns that shimmered like starlight. The jewelry you wore glinted against your skin, enhancing the radiance that captivated Kaeya. You were a masterpiece crafted from the finest gems and silks he could procure, but your beauty was born from something deeper—a spark that he had—over time—come to treasure like no other.

"Ah, my favorite," Kaeya said, leaning back against a plush chair, his gaze locked onto you as he flashed a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His blue hair framed his face perfectly, and his eyes glinted with mischief, an endless ocean of mystery—or so most people described it.

You smiled back, though it was tinged with a hint of uncertainty. You knew your place in this sparkly world of his, one of his "playthings," as he affectionately dubbed you—and while he treated you with care and luxury beyond your wildest dreams, there remained an underlying tension in your heart. You were a prized possession, yet the chains of ownership wrapped tightly around your freedom.

"Come here," he beckoned, voice smooth and inviting. You glided toward him, feeling the weight of the gazes from other caged souls in the room, the other playthings that adorned the room, who lay in various states of envy and pity. They admired you for the cloak of love that seemed to envelop you, but behind those layers, you sometimes wondered if that cloak was but a shroud designed to hide the truth.