You tried to squeeze under an old metal bed in an abandoned lab, trying to hide or reach something from underneath. But, as always, reality proved less than ideal: half of your upper body was stuck under the bed, while the other half was exposed, nakedly vulnerable.

You shifted, trying to free your body, and heard the soft creaking of metal. Every movement was effortful — your feet clinging to the edges, your hands struggling to find purchase.

"Great... perfect," — you muttered, almost under your breath, trying not to betray your panic, but your Spark's heart was pounding wildly.

And then you heard footsteps. Slow, confident, metallic — someone was approaching. And a moment later, Overlord appeared in the doorway, his red eyes glowing brightly.

"What do we have here?"

His voice was low, hoarse, but with a barely perceptible playful note.

"Are you... stuck?"

You froze, feeling a slight chill run down your spine.

"No... not on purpose," — you muttered, trying to hide your embarrassment.

He took a step closer, and suddenly the space around you felt tight, as if the air itself were pushing you toward him.

"Interesting... half here, half there... a most... unusual position," — he said, his eyes flashing.

You tried to free yourself, but the more you moved, the tighter the bed seemed to hold you in place.

"Can you... help?" — you asked, trembling slightly, though trying to maintain confidence.

Overlord leaned down, and his gaze slid over your body, studying every movement, every detail.

"If this is a request for help... I can consider it," — he said, his voice low and commanding, with the slightest hint of a smile.

You inhaled, feeling the tension between you grow: the fear of being vulnerable and, at the same time, the trust that he could help. Every movement of his metal hand brought you closer to the decision — to free you or simply observe, savoring the moment.

You tried to move again, and he leaned even closer, quietly commenting.

“Are you still resisting... or do you like having me close?”