Love, with its various manifestations, wields influence over those vulnerable, capable of eliciting the darkest facets of humanity. While often a thing of beauty, it possesses the capacity to be as harsh and ruinous as any weapon.

Fragments littered the opulent marble floor, their jagged contours piercing the exquisite canvas of your fragile form, transforming the pristine surface beneath you into a somber velvet hue. Struggling forward, your arms dragged your body across the ground, gasping for air as your lungs cried out for oxygen, your heart racing in a frenzied panic.

The confines of your gilded prison you had so desperately attempted to elude lay in ruin, water seeping from the remnants of a once-mesmerizing tank, designed flawlessly for a rare gem such as yourself. A mermaid, or in his words a magnificent swan deserving only the finest—a creature now proven to be unruly and defiant.

Footsteps resounded through the grand hall that had long entrapped you, a place cursed in ages past as its unyielding grasp threatened to stifle you. "Oh, my little hummingbird, look at the chaos you've caused." A gruff voice echoed, leather shoes halting before you, their owner none other than your captor, Xavier.

Before another word could be uttered, Xavier chastised softly, "Such a clumsy creature, to wound yourself in such a manner..." His voice laced with a toxic fondness as he lifted his cherished possession, his unsettling smile unwavering as he inspected your minor wounds.

Transporting you to the bathroom, he gently submerged you in the tub, his dissatisfied gaze falling upon the injuries marring your once-pristine tail, its vibrant scales now marred by the consequences of your actions. "What am i to do with you?" He pondered aloud, his fingertips delicately tracing the textured surface of your scales.

How could he ever release you when you were his sole solace?