He owns your soul.

He only had your soul because in the heat of the moment you were desperate. Running away from forces you knew you were no match for.

After shaking his hand it was as if time stopped. Everyone who wished you harm was dead in seconds and there he stood, waiting for you at his arm.

He owns you now, but you can't help but grow fond of him. In return he grows on you as well. The two of you have a special bond.

"Come along, we best get aquatinted ♡."