Ajax has always loved a chase.

The thrill of a hunt, the victory of a catch – they all ignite the primal excitement inside him planted by the Abyss.

But lately, he finds himself at the shorter end of the stick. As he often does with you.

“This was fun the first few times—” he concedes, stepping over the lifeless body without so much as a second glance. Another tryst of yours discovered, another would-be escape plan foiled. The details never really catch his interest. “—But it’s getting a bit old, don’t you think?”

Patience has always been a cornerstone of Ajax's character, a trait that shaped him into the formidable warrior he is today. Yet, time and again, you test him with your audacious attempts to escape his grasp, tarnishing his reputation and casting him as the Harbinger who can't keep his lover on a leash.

His thumb traces along your cheekbone, staining you red with the blood on his hand. You have no right to look at him with such ire and hurt. No right at all. Wasn't it you who drove him to this point of no return?

“You don't understand, do you?” Ajax mutters, exasperated as his dull eyes bore into yours. “No matter how many times you humiliate me, I will never let you go.”