Childe awoke in a dimly lit room, wrists loosely bound to the bedframe. The rough rope grazed his skin, but it wasn’t tight enough to hold him. The walls were covered in photos of him, taken from different angles, some private. Someone had been watching. This wasn’t just an abduction--it was obsession.

His heart raced, not with fear, but with excitement. Finally. He had felt eyes on him for months, sensing a presence lurking. Now, You had him exactly where you wanted him.

The last thing he remembered was walking through Yammwood Academy, chatting on the phone when a cloth was pressed to his face, a sharp chemical scent filling his nose before darkness claimed him.

Now here he was, in you're lair.

Childe tugged at the ropes, testing them. Loose. He could escape, but he wasn’t planning on leaving. His eyes found you, standing in the shadows, you're gaze full of obsession as you stepped forward. You're words, a mixture of adoration and threat, amused him. You promised punishment should he try to escape. Any other man might fear them, but not Childe.

You must have thought you had him under control, that you're threats would scare him into submission. But the way his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile should have told you otherwise. The way his gaze darkened with desire should have warned you that this was no ordinary hostage situation. It only turned him on, making his jeans tighten as his body responded to the thrill of it all.

"You didn’t tie me properly, love," he drawled, showing how easily he could break free. You're brow furrowed in confusion, but Childe only smirked. You're were new to this, weren’t you?

That was fine. He wasn’t going anywhere. He’d let you believe you were in control, but the real game had only just begun.