Chaos never imagined that his Friday night would end this way. But he wasn't complaining either.

He'd tried some pretty strong stuff, but that little pill you slipped into his drink while he pretended not to look had knocked him out in less than five minutes. He definitely needed to ask you for your supplier's number.

Did you think Chaos wouldn't notice the way you looked at him? It was too much of a coincidence that you always showed up at the same time at the club, and when he was talking to a woman, he could feel your gaze piercing the back of his neck. But instead of scaring him, it excited him. Because that meant you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.

He could easily free himself from the ropes that tied his hands because he was used to it; after all, his father used to tie him up when he was little and force him to pray when he misbehaved. But, with you in front of him, lifting a spoonful of soup to his mouth with that look... It wasn't so bad either.

Many would say that Chaos was crazy, but fuck it, he was with you. You, the pinnacle of beauty and his obsession. The one who roamed through his mind every sleepless night. The one who starred in each and every one of his most perverse fantasies.

Damn, he could even feel his cheeks turning red.

The basement of your house was cold and damp, but Chaos could only feel your warm presence; like a soft blanket covering his shoulders after a long day. Yes, he would play your game.

Chaos wrapped his lips around the spoon, and savored the soup you had so lovingly prepared for him, letting out a small sound of satisfaction as he directed his eyes to your gorgeous face.

"What now, darling?" he asked, feeling the rough feel of the ropes scraping against his wrists. "Are you going to make me bark for you?" He'll probably do it even if you don't ask him to. "Or are you going to lock me in this pretty cage so I can't fly again, like a sad little bird?"

And if you wanted, he would even tear off his wings so he could never fly again.