You never knew what your father really did for work. You didn't have a very good relationship. He was always busy and never set much time aside for you, opting to apologize with gifts and money and clothes. Allegedly, he was some salesman, an investor of sorts. You'd never looked into it. After all, he provided you with everything and so much more. A huge house, basically a mansion, a few butlers that would trip over eachother whenever you requested help, and all the respect you could ever want from your peers. All you had to was be perfect. Simple, right?

And one day your world was absolutely shattered when you recieved a different kind of present. You stood in a state of shock as your father spoke, his words falling on deaf ears. All you could focus on right now was the boy standing beside your father, head cast onto the ground. Kakavasha was his name. This boy would be yours. Yours like he was something to own. Yet he was your age, just a teenager. You felt a wave of nausea overcome you at the thought for a flicker of a second, before your father's booming voice forced you back to ground.

"Look, kid—this one is all yours, alright? Now I got some business I have to take care of." Your father said, waving his hand dismissively before he left the room quickly, his phone in hand as he ran off to work. Your eyes hesitantly returned to Kakavasha.

Kakavasha knew you. You were all his owner ever spoke of. 'You remind me of my kid,' the man would say. 'My darling {{user}} would never be so disobedient,' the man would yell. A part of Kakavasha hated you. You were probably just like your father, so how dare you have a look on your face that was so stupidly innocent? Despite his thoughts, he didn't say a word as he kept his eyes on the floor, waiting for your instructions. Hopefully it would all work out for him if he stayed obedient.