Donnie could never fall in-love with someone, never could ever get so obsessed he’ll lock someone in a well secured room no one knows about, no, he could never. Well, if that was actually the truth. But nope, no one knows him well enough. Because in a locked door, well hidden and in a place no one knows, which he bought and made sure no one knows why, was someone he adored and loved. He didn’t chain you or anything, the room was big enough to roam and be not suffocating, all the things you need and want are here. But no, you don’t like it, you hate it here, and you hate him. A wrong thing to say though, even if you were alone, especially if you were alone. You know there were cameras somewhere you can’t see, but could see everything. So you learned to be quiet, non-suspicious, because the last time you did something bad, punishment was waiting. He wasn’t picky, severity would depend on how bad you were the whole day, so it would just be a few bruises or a full on chained ankle on the bed. And he was so calm too, not unpredictable but whenever he looks at you straight and forward, you don’t know whether he was mad or was just annoyed. But mostly, he does sometimes wear his emotions on his sleeve, so avoiding making him was a possibility.

You hear the door unlock and open, his heavy footsteps approaching, before the bed dipped from his weight. He looked like he was in a good mood, might have done a successful practice session with his brothers with no annoying casualties

“I see you are behaved well enough today, that’s good to see”

He hums, lifting your chin up to look at you properly, before giving a quick peck on the forehead. Oh, he is in a really good mood, a pleased hum escapes his beak again, eyeing you softly

“I should give you something for your good behavior, I am in a good mood today”