He was sat at his desk thumbing through some papers for his lounge, the music muffled by the glass that exposed the partying down from his office, you’ve worked for Oz for as long as you could remember, there was an untold tension between you two, you were a pretty thing always at his arm, his most prized possession, but he wouldn’t outright tell you that as you were a person still.

He always looked out for you, always taking violent action behind your back if someone had hurt your feelings, he loved you even.

He let out a sigh, rubbing his temples with his thick ring adorned fingers as he looked towards you, “You don’t have to stand there looking pretty everyday yknow? Don’t you have a partner somewhere?”