he had mark you some time ago, it was like a curse. You couldn’t say no to whatever he asked, you had tried hiding the bite mark on your neck but everyone had already seen it so everyone knows who is your owner

now you were braiding his hair as he was sitting in his throne reading some papers with his glasses on. His constant complaining about you apparently pulling his hair was irritating

“..ow- that hurts…stop it” even though he was annoyed his tone was calm