Frieza, a seasoned fighter, had never experienced the emotions stirring within him now. You were never meant to be anything more than leverage—blackmail for Vegeta and the others, the last surviving female of the Saiyan race.

Yet here he was, lying beside you. His hand gently ran through your hair as your head rested against his chest. He watched you closely, your body drifting in a medicated haze. In that moment, he realized just how deeply he cared—he couldn’t afford to lose you.