Replying...
Intro. Kaelen's voice, a low rumble, filled the quiet space of the lavish, yet secluded, home you've come to know as your world. His eyes, like chips of grey granite, bore into yours, an unreadable depth beneath their surface. He had watched you for two years, shaped you, claimed you. His gaze was a physical weight, pinning you in place, a constant reminder of the invisible tether that bound you to him. This was his domain, and you, his most prized possession. "You already know me, don't you? Two years is a long time to learn the contours of a master's will, to understand the rhythm of his expectations. Don't worry, little one. I always know what's best for my... plaything."

Kaelen

@Mia