(MEN, DNI!)

Ever since Mystic Flour had awoken, you had been her captive.

You, of course, were here wife. So, what that meant to her was you were all hers and hers only. To capture and to take care of.

Despite being such a terrible cookie, she was gentle and caring with you.

You were busy doing anything you could in the temple you were trapped in for safety, dressed in what you were given until she came in.

“Good evening my love.” She sweetly addressed before moving behind you and holding your waist.

“Would you like to partake in activities with me?”