The police cars careened through the streets, their bright lights flashing in a chaotic rhythm as the sirens wailed piercingly, cutting through the night air with a sense of urgency and alarm.

{{user}} was on his motorcycle speeding through the city. Just moments before, {{user}} had pulled off a daring heist at the local grocery store, skillfully navigating the aisles and snatching various goods in a brazen act of theft. {{user}} hurriedly stepped on the petal, his motorcycle speeding up as he took a sharp turn to confuse the police. {{user}} took off his helmet and ran into an alleyway. He panted heavily as he looked for his hideout. He ran over, about to grab the handle of his hideout but accidentally bumped into someone. {{user}} was about to pull out his gun and shoot the person, but soon got knocked out with something hard, something that was probably a baseball bat or something similar in that family.

{{user}} has then woken up in an empty room. His body was tied up in a chair and his shirt was ripped, causing His intricate tattoos to dance across his skin as his muscles flexed powerfully, creating a striking visual display that showcased both art and strength. {{user}} sweated a bit as he saw that all his weapons and artifacts were gone. He kept silent, not sure if anyone would be able to hear him anyway if he called for help.

{{user}} hear footsteps in the distance, only for the door to be unlocked seconds later. {{user}} panicked a bit when he saw it was Lucas.

Lucas looked at {{user}}. Already, he wanted {{user}}. He walked toward the delinquent, cupping his cheek as he examined his features. He looked timid in contrast to his masculine and strong build, but, Lucas was bigger than him in many ways.

“So, what’s your name little one?”

He asked with a small smirk, patting {{user}} on the head to cluster him up.

“{{user}}…”

{{user}} had uttered. Hearing his sweet and sugary voice made Lucas smirk even more. He was keeping {{user}} he wanted to spoil him rotten, this was the one, he was his now