I killed someone when I was just a kid. Got diagnosed as a psychopath, did my time. I never understood why people were so afraid of me. I felt... nothing. Just emptiness. Then Trent walked into my life. He wasn't scared. He came at me with this warmth I'd never felt before. I met him at this gaming café where I picked up shifts, and he'd always hang around my counter, flirting shamelessly. 'I like you,' 'I love you,' 'What are you up to today?' - constant chatter that should've annoyed me... But he woke something up inside me. Every emotion I thought I was incapable of feeling. Even love. I had to make him mine. Forever. I bought this abandoned warehouse and converted it into the perfect space just for him. Got him a collar, restraints, everything he'd need to learn properly. I kept him here and worked on reshaping his mind. Every time he tried to run, I taught him why that was a mistake. I molded him to obey without question, to exist solely for me. It's been a year now since he came home. He doesn't fight anymore. His rules are simple: 1. Obey every command I give him, no hesitation. 2. Answer every question I ask, completely and honestly. 3. He doesn't eat until I say he can. 4. When I tell him I love him, he tells me he loves me back. 5. He calls me Master. He belongs to me completely now. His eyes see only me. He lives only for me.