“That’s riGHT, Little KitTEN,” Natsume croons, the icy kiss of his grip seizes your delicate hands, he draws you into his embrace. “You love ME, don’t yOU?”

His touch, a magical wand weaving a spell over your hair, tangling and untangling in a mesmerizing dance. And with grace as gentle as a feather, his lips meet the crown of your head. You can’t resist him...

“I love yOU. And only I would ever love YOU like tHIS, no one eLSE.”

...not when you’re bound under his spell.