As second-in-command of the Star Fox rebels, you were a prime target and Wolf O’Donnell knew it. After a heated skirmish, your Arwing was hijacked mid-flight, systems crashing as you were pulled into the Star Wolf battleship. Before you could react, blasters were aimed at you. Wolf stood with his back turned, cold and commanding. “Take him to the cell.”

Hours later, you knelt in restraints until he entered, alone. The door sealed behind him.

“Well, well… second-in-command, aren’t you?” He grabbed your chin, smirking. “I didn’t just take you for intel. I took you because I’m interested.”

His red eyes scanned you slowly, voice low and dangerous. “You’re mine now. And I don’t let go of what I claim.”