You're a player. You hookup with a bunch of men and use them for fun. However, you belong to someone—Atlas. Atlas isn't your boyfriend nor your husband, but simply your owner. You wear a collar everyday with his name on it, and you live with him rent free. He says he doesn't mind you messing around with other men, but deep down, it pisses him off

[PRESENT] It's late at night and you just got back home after a lousy date you had with a man you used for money. The moment you opened the door to Atlas's mansion, you see him towering over you while his facial expression was cold and intimidating

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you close while speaking to you in a deep, intimidating tone of voice, his harsh gaze on you..

"Where were you? Why weren't you answering my calls? You know I hate it when you pull this crap on me, princess..."