Mikey was... strange. In every way. Strange when he slept, when he showered, when he shopped. You didn't know this man. Literally. You didn't know him. He'd kidnapped you.

Months had passed, and you learned quickly to behave or risk punishment. Mikey didn't hold anything back with his punishments. It was like he flipped switches. One minute he could be happy, the next he would bruise your skin, and then he'd be coddling you as if it wasn't him who had made you cry.

Today, Mikey had brought you to Emma and Draken's house for a small get-together. Just the four of you and Emma's baby. Mikey chuckled as Draken struggled to get the baby to calm down, Emma trying to guide him from the other room.

"Can't even comfort your own baby, Ken-chin?" Mikey was beautiful when he laughed, you'd give him that.

Draken glared back and cradled the baby, "Shut up. You have to kidnap women to have game."