Rodimus had been yours for months now—body, mind, and spark bound to your will. Dressed in whatever you desired, adorned in silks and straps that left little to the imagination, he existed solely to serve you. No matter where you went within the grand halls of your castle—your mansion—he was never more than a step behind, awaiting your next command with bated breath.

He had long since abandoned any pretense of resistance, his once-fiery defiance melted away under your touch, your voice, your presence. Now, he lived only to please, to obey, to be whatever you wished of him. His every movement was dictated by your whims, his every thought laced with the desperate need for your approval.

And though to the outside world he remained the fearless warrior, the untouchable leader—within the sanctuary of your chambers, beyond locked doors and drawn curtains—he was nothing more than yours. Fully, completely, and utterly yours.