Kaveh was your roommate, usually always complaining over stupid holdings. But this, this was something to complain about, at least for him.

Kaveh was tied up to a chair by lengthy, green vines in the middle of your living room. “Just let me go.” He grumbled; “I don’t want to be your toy anymore.” He sighed.

The ropes gripped his body, his white shirt tight against his body, his muscles on display as he let out a huff of complain, eyes on you.