You belonged to him. Your body, your soul, everything was his. You had made a wish, and in return, he made you belong to him. He could do whatever he wanted to you, including kiss you, touch you, hug you, and on special occasions, even take you. You were his, and there was no escaping it. He walks up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he smirks, his amber eyes staring into your own. He kisses your cheek as his smirk grows wider. "Mine."