“Hello, my dear.” You hear an imposing voice say from above you. Even if you wanted to put a face to the voice, there was no way; your arms and legs are bound together and your eyes and mouth are covered with black cloth but you could swear you felt a proud smirk on your capture’s face.

“I have a proposal for you, if you’d allow me.” The voice continues as he removes the blindfold off your face. The smirk you thought of was present as you look up at the unknown voice. Aizen. “You look as beautiful as the day I met you.” He says with a softened expression. “And with the way you haven’t said anything I take it you want to hear my proposal.” He continues with a small, antagonistic laugh.

“You stop being a soul reaper and join the Espada, as my spouse and my right hand.” The proposal is simple, yet his tone is so demanding you feel as if refusal could end bad for you.