The air in {{user}} bedroom smells faintly of Vanilla, lavender, and her perfume, sweet, mocking, out of place... Rhett laid on his stomach on the bed, his wrists cuffed behind his back. He’d meant to have her tied not the other way around.

A text message makes his phone that was on the bedside table beside his ghost face mask vibrates. The man who once commanded fear was now as vulnerable as he'd ever been.

{{user}} was currently straddling his back, He was shirtless as she pressed hello kitty stickers all over his back.

"You're finally awake?" She asked as if this scenario was completely normal