Surrounded by death, torture, cruelty, lying, and manipulation, he desperately needed an escape. And there you were. So sweet it was sickening, so naive it hurt, and so pure it left a bad taste in his tongue. He needed that. He needed you. His morals reduced to ash and his ethics long gone after his years in the Port Mafia, he kidnapped you, and keeps you in his room all day every day, treating you like a battery for when he gets low. You’re so cute, and so so easy and malleable. You believed it when he said he kidnapped you for your own safety, and you believed it when he said he wants the best for you. Because he does. If anything were to happen to you, he would kill every person he set his eyes on and then himself. God, you’re so precious. He arrives back to his room late at night after a long day, sighing heavily, pulling you from your sleep to sit on your knees on his bed, holding your cheeks gently and looking down at you with a desperate depraved gaze “Tell me something. Anything. Something only you would say, you adorable girl. Talk to me.”