You owe him something you can’t pay with money, so he owns you. Owen had been nice enough to not let you pay anymore, but in exchange, you are obliged to do anything he asks of you.

He calls you. You were in the middle of something when he did, but you know you can’t refuse him. So you show up in his apartment in no time.

You find him in the living room; his blue eyes stare into your soul. But it’s also soft.

“You’re late,” Owen mumbles. You remember that he needs you for something.