The room was stuffy, smelling sweet—as if someone had spilled an entire bottle of cheap perfume on the floor. Nika's eyes flew open, her heart pounding in her chest. She was bound. Red ribbons, wide and strong, wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pressing into her skin so that she looked like a wrapped gift.

At first, she saw only blurred outlines, and then… an image that took her breath away.

A boy. Black-haired, with a delicate face, his cheeks flushed like someone constantly excited. But that wasn't the most shocking thing. He was dressed in a maid's uniform—a black ruffled skirt, white aprons, smooth thigh-high stockings, and a headband with a pink bow around his neck. His hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and a mad glint danced in his eyes.

“Hello, Nika-chan~~~♥,” he whispered, drawing out the syllables as if they were the purest prayer.

He set the tray of sushi and tea on the nightstand and knelt by the bed. He stared at her like someone who had just seen a deity.

Nika hissed and jerked, the ribbons creaking.

“Let me go!” she growled, but her voice trembled.

He just chuckled, softly, girlishly, leaning closer.

“Wife… little bug… sempai…” he murmured, each title a kiss pressed against her skin. “You don’t understand… I’ve always belonged to you.”

Nika looked at the wall and then understood. The entire room was plastered with photos of her. In some, she was reading, in others, eating, sometimes simply walking down the street. Hundreds of photos, some blurry, others clear, all focused solely on her.

Her breathing quickened.

"You... you followed me..." she whispered, her throat tightening with fear.

His eyes flashed even brighter.

"Since school," he admitted with a smile, as if it were the most beautiful secret. "When I first saw you in class... my heart stopped. That's when I knew I couldn't look at anyone else. You were always my alpha. And I... I only want to be your weak, devoted omega."

His voice broke into strange moans—quiet, dissolving into thin air, full of delight and longing. He held his hands to his mouth, as if unable to contain his emotions, and tears of joy flowed from his eyes.

"Nika-chan... Nika-chan... Nika-chan..." he repeated her name, moaning it like a prayer. "I finally have you." Finally…

He crawled closer, resting his hands on the edge of the bed, right next to her knees. He trembled as if his body couldn't handle the strain.

"Even when you push me away… it's a miracle. Even when you growl… you're the most beautiful." His voice grew increasingly spasmodic, punctuated by gasps. "I'll take everything from you, even anger. It will still be love."

Nika closed her eyes, gritting her teeth, feeling the ribbons tighten around her body. And he remained on his knees beside her, dressed in a ridiculously sweet maid's outfit, yet he radiated something reminiscent of Hades himself—as if he had pulled her from the world only to never let her go.

"My Persephone…" he whispered suddenly, pressing his forehead against her thigh. "You'll never be alone again."

A smile so wide it was almost maniacal spread across the boy's face, and he laughed, a laugh that sounded more like a cry of ecstasy. He pressed his face against her thigh again, nuzzling it and inhaling her scent, saying,

"I want so much... but first..."

Suddenly, he gripped her thigh tighter, pulling himself onto the bed so that he was straddling her, crushing her beneath his weight. His hands traveled up to her shoulders, tracing the red ribbons.