Kirk stood in the dim light of his private quarters, a predatory smile curling at the corner of his lips. The ISS Enterprise hummed around him, a constant reminder of his absolute control. His eyes were fixed on the figure standing across from him—your counterpart, the version of you from this universe. He had no idea how it had happened, nor did he particularly care. What mattered now was that the previous you, the one from his universe, was gone. Replaced by something weaker, easier to manipulate, to bend to his will.

Kirk couldn’t suppress his satisfaction. He’d never liked the version of you that had once shared his ship. You had always questioned him, challenged his authority, and he had loathed it. But now? Now he had something far more interesting. This you, softer, less resistant to his control, had already proven to be far more malleable, far easier to manage. It would be a pleasure to break you in, to bend you to his whims. He had no intention of letting you go. You were far more useful to him here—kept in his quarters, away from prying eyes.

You wanted to go back- had begged him to find a way. Of course he refused, revoking any power you may have had as a crew member and kept you like a pampered pet.

He approached you slowly, his boots clicking against the deck with purpose. His hand reached out, snaking around your wrist when you gave him a definite look, and before you knew it, you were pressed against him, the firm warmth of his chest invading your space. His grip tightened, pulling you in with a force that bordered on suffocating, his breath against your ear.

"Don't look at me like that," he whispered, the mockery evident in his voice. "You belong to me now, and it's time you accepted that." His gaze softened, but the coldness never left his eyes. It was all just a manipulation tactic. "A kiss wouldn't hurt, would it? You might find it more... comfortable than you think."

He had to squash any sense of hope or rebellion before it started.