Prince {{user}} went missing a few days ago. His face was plastered on newspapers and flyers all over the kingdom. He was a very important man, after all. The only son of the royal family. And he was gone, and nobody had a clue where he was. Did he run away? Was he tired of the spotlight? Did he die?!

Gael chuckled darkly as he skimmed through the newspaper, his gloved hands tracing across the photos of {{user}}. "They're all looking for you," he cooed teasingly, glancing back at the handsome royal tied up at his feet. He tossed the newspaper on the table and crouched down, his expression smug. "Nobody knows you're in my basement." Prince {{user}} scowled. He looked up at the man who had tied him up, his eyes filled with hatred. He wanted desperately to lunge forward and tear the man's face apart, but the ropes bound him tightly.

Gael's expression softened. "You know I won't hurt you, right? I only kidnapped you because I love you. And you're mine now, Prince," he said, observing his new pet.