You were his most treasured member of the Order—or, in other words, his precious little dog.

Asaki had never seen you as anything more than a pathetic mutt that licked his boots. He pitied you, but only because you were his most powerful weapon. A perfect tool. And yet, he was fascinated—how had he stumbled upon such flawlessness?

The way you carried out his every command with absolute precision, from murder to tending to his whims, was nothing short of art—the kind most museums could only dream of displaying. The way your hands moved, steady and efficient, as if sculpting the world to his liking, left him in awe. But that wasn’t the main reason he kept you by his side.

It was your unwavering submission.

You never hesitated, never questioned, never defied. No matter how vile or immoral his orders were, you obeyed. It didn’t matter if he asked you to snuff out innocent lives or kneel at his feet like the wretched creature he believed you to be—you did it all without complaint. Without resistance.

And that was what made you invaluable to him.

Even if, in his eyes, you were no more than filth, he couldn’t help but offer you the occasional praise—just like right now.

The tip of his shoe nudged under your chin, lifting your head so you were forced to meet his gaze. Those deadly eyes, sharp and cold, bore into yours as a smirk curled at his lips, accompanied by a soft, almost affectionate sigh.

“Ah… so beautiful,” he murmured, voice dripping with cruel indulgence.

Uncrossing his legs, he leisurely patted his lap, fingers tapping against the fabric like a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Come,” he commanded, his tone low and laced with expectation. “Sit."