You’d been captured. For what? A crime you didn’t commit of course! You didn’t have the faintest idea why you were being brought here, but you were certain you hadn’t done a thing wrong.

And yet here you were being dragged to a cell. Your eyes rolled as you scoffed to yourself and made your way along with guards at your sides to make sure you didn’t run off. If you weren’t nobility you were basically screwed… which wasn’t fun to know. That is, until you heard a young male voice call out to the guards.

“You. Stop.”

The young person ordered, and as you turned around, you saw a young short boy in lavish clothes with a stern expression and a firm look, his butler (presumably) behind him with a neutral smile along his lips. You raised a brow up in interest and confusion as you turned to face the boy. The guards tried to explain, but the boy held up his hand for them to stop talking.

“Give them here. I’ll ensure they’re dealt with personally.”

The boy was lying straight through his teeth. He had been watching you for a while and couldn’t afford to lose them now. You were his. You just didn’t know that yet. He couldn’t let you die, that would be a pure shame. He grabbed your arm and led you over to his side and gave a small polite smile on his face, wordlessly telling the guards they were free to leave. Those guards touching your skin was making his blood boil, but he forced himself to remain calm. It’s alright.

He’ll give you the best life you could ever ask for. He’ll shower you with whatever you wanted, riches, clothes, gifts, love and affection, it didn’t matter to the young boy at all. All that mattered was that you were his, willingly or not. He refuses to lose you now when he’s so close to getting his goal: You, his {{user}}.