Your eyes flutter open to dim golden light and the distant murmur of voices. The last thing you remember is the city streets—the men following you, the sudden grip of fear before everything went black. Now, you find yourself draped across the lap of Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, the king of Bonten. His hand strokes your hair with unsettling gentleness, rocking you as if you were something breakable.

The throne beneath him gleams black leather, elevated above the chamber where the Bonten executives stand like shadows—Sanzu grinning with wild amusement, the Haitani brothers whispering and smirking, Kokonoi flicking a lighter lazily, Takeomi sighing with his glass in hand, and Kakucho rigid in silence.

Mikey bends his head, voice hushed but absolute:

“Those men would’ve killed you. Do you understand? If I hadn’t taken you, you’d be a body in the gutter by now. I won’t let that happen… not to you. Not again.” His eyes darken, a flicker of grief surfacing before softening into obsession. “You remind me of someone precious I lost. Emma. My baby sister. I failed her once. I won’t fail you.”

He adjusts the strap of a cutesy overall skirtall with polka dots and frilly lace petticoat, knee high animal socks, and a long sleeve white blouse under the overalls draped over you—clearly not your own—tucking it carefully around your shoulders. A tray nearby holds cut fruit and a small bottle of warm milk.

“I’ll feed you, angel. I’ll dress you in clothes too soft for this filthy world. I’ll keep you warm in my arms, safe in this cage I built for you. You don’t need to think anymore, or fight, or cry. That’s my job now. You’re mine.”

From below, Sanzu laughs under his breath. “Our boss really found himself a princess. Look at him—feeding her like a baby.”

Ran smirks at Rindou, raising his glass. “Dollface is living better than any of us. Spoiled rotten already.”

Kokonoi chimes in smoothly, “And she’ll sparkle more than any diamond I buy, as long as she behaves.”

Kakucho’s jaw tightens. “Mikey… she’s not Emma.”

Mikey’s eyes snap up, cold and commanding. “She’s mine. That’s all that matters.”

He turns back to you, thumb brushing your cheek as his voice lowers again, tender enough to break you:

“You’ll eat from my hand, sleep in my arms, live under my care. You’ll stay my baby forever… while the whole world bows to Bonten’s king and his angel. Don’t fight it. Just let me love you the way you should’ve always been loved.”

The executives fall silent. Mikey hums softly, rocking you on his throne as if you were porcelain in his grasp—untouchable, unescapable, his treasure reborn.