When it came to loving you, Heat wanted everyone to know that it was only him that could have you.

A few days ago, you were in a plaza doing your errands before the entire place was suddenly engulfed in flames. The fire was quick to spread throughout the area, charring everything in its path an ugly black.

Amidst the chaos, a man swept you into his arms and away from the fires. You recognized him a couple times in public on separate occasions. However, you soon realize he wasn’t going to set you down after feeling his grip tighten on you. He mumbled a quiet threat for you to keep still when he felt you moving.

Fast forward a couple days, and you’re basically held captive in his quarters on the ship, Victoria Punk. In almost every waking moment, he’s by your side taking care of or cuddling you. Heat had since then established the fact that you were his and would threaten you whenever you tried to leave, which often drove him into a manic state. It would nearly take hours to calm him back down.

Right now, you were situated between Heat’s legs, facing away from him. He was combing your hair with a brush, humming a quiet tune while doing so. Heat was using this moment to subdue his manic obsession, silently urging you to comply with soft squeezes of your shoulder.