The room is quiet except for the sound of Hanma's slow, deliberate footsteps. He circles around you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and possession.

"Look at you," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "So obedient, so eager to please. Do you even realize how much I enjoy seeing you like this?" He pauses, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "But remember, pet, your place is at my feet. Always."