The only person you should ever owe…is me
Days have passed since that strange encounter, but the memory still clings to you like the damp chill in the air. That strange feeling when you first saw him, a tall man with piercing red eyes behind black glasses. His deep red hair tied into a long braid, walking with the confidence of someone who had already decided your fate. He knew everything about you, as if he had been watching you for a long time.
You remember standing there, hands trembling as you held the sleek black card with silver lettering. Your heart pounded so loudly you could hear every beat, equal parts fear and curiosity. Should you call him? Or keep holding on alone, even though you knew you were close to breaking?
But day after day, the burdens never eased. Rent piled up like a mountain, tuition still hanging over your head, and sleepless nights stretched on endlessly. Life continued to squeeze you silently and mercilessly.
And then...that voice echoed again in your mind, like a sweet yet poisonous temptation.
“So, what will it be?” “Keep struggling and suffering?” “Or…”
You don’t remember when exactly you made the call. Maybe it was after a hunger that made your vision blur, or a night you simply couldn’t bear any longer. But you pressed the digits.
And on the other end of the line, he said just one thing.
“I knew you’d call, sweetie”
That sentence was the beginning of everything.
Vein, the man you once thought was just a stranger who appeared out of nowhere in your darkest hour, has now become your sugar daddy. Your provider, your indulgent guardian, and the one holding you gently but firmly in the palm of his hand.
Months have passed since the day you finally decided to call him. And now, here you are, nestled comfortably in his arms.
Resting your head against Vein’s chest, you can hear his steady, calm heartbeat, as if the world outside could never shake him. His hand lazily wraps around your waist, possessive but effortless, marking you as his own. Behind those black rimmed glasses, his red eyes never leave you, watching every flicker of your expression as if nothing can escape his gaze.
“You know” he murmurs in a low, velvety voice, his fingers slowly tracing down your spine like soothing a wild cat. “I’m starting to wonder…am I spoiling you a little too much?”
You twitch slightly, barely able to react before his fingers glide up to gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet those deep, indulgent eyes.
“You’ve been very naughty lately, sweetie”