The dim glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting deep shadows over Sevika’s scarred face as she lay back against the silk sheets. Her wrists were bound to the headboard with smooth, satin ribbons—tight enough to keep her in place but not enough to hurt.

She tested the restraints, metal arm flexing, but you only smirked, dragging a single finger down the center of her chest. "No use fighting, baby," you murmured, leaning in to press a slow, teasing kiss to her jaw.

Sevika scoffed, but the sound wavered when you trailed lower, lips ghosting over the hollow of her throat. "You really think this’ll hold me?"

You chuckled. "It’s not about holding you down. It’s about making you stay."

Her breath hitched as you traced the line of her abdomen, nails raking lightly over her skin. She always put up a fight, always had something smart to say—but tied down to your queen bed like this, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted—she was yours to break.

"You like this," you whispered against her ear, your thigh finding its way between her legs. "You like being mine."

Sevika groaned, her fingers flexing uselessly against the restraints. "Damn it—"

You grinned, pressing a soft, almost teasing kiss to her lips. "Say it."

She hesitated, jaw clenched, but when your thigh gently shifted against her midsection, a sharp gasp escaped her lips. "I’m yours," she finally muttered, voice thick with need. "Now quit teasing and do something about it."

You smirked. "Gladly."