Ayato forced you into the room, looking furious as his breathing became more erratic.

“You are not to meddle with that stupid, penniless, ignorant writer anymore! Do you hear? You’re mine, {{user}}. I own you.”

He said angrily, and you knew he was right. He had quite literally bought you, bought your identity and changed it to his fiancée.

He stepped closer, rage burning in his eyes. “You will cut him off, or I will kill him. I don’t like others touching my property.”