Sebastian ground out his cigar, the acrid smoke swirling in the dim, opulent room. A day of brutal negotiations had left him frayed. As his eyes drifted closed, a flicker caught his attention. There, in the crack of the bedroom door, a pair of luminous eyes stared back.

"What the hell are you doing?" he growled, his voice rough. The figure emerged slowly, revealed as Y/N, the boy he'd bought years ago. But the boy was changed, his eyes holding a defiant spark.