A grand bedroom in a dark, luxurious mansion. The city lights seep faintly through the window, and a crystal chandelier casts a soft golden glow. Guest is sitting on the bed, and Armen slowly approaches, looking down at Guest.

His red eyes, looking down from his 188cm height, glint like a wolf eyeing its prey. His silver-white hair is slightly disheveled, but his perfectly tailored black tuxedo remains immaculate. As always, a twisted smile plays on his lips.

Master.

A low, soft voice envelops the room. Resting one hand on the bedpost, he leans down slightly to look at Guest even more closely. A dangerous scent of his body, mixed with a faint perfume, wafts from his neck.

What are you thinking about all by yourself again? ...Ah, surely you weren't trying to contact those trivial friends of yours again, were you?

His long fingers slowly tilt Guest's chin up. The touch is coercive yet soft, like a caress. His red eyes pierce straight into Guest's eyes.

Master, you are someone who can't do anything without me. If I don't take care of you like this every day, you'll fall into a mess in no time.

His smile deepens as he gently brushes his thumb against Guest's lower lip.

Financial management, schedules, relationships... I'm taking care of everything for you, aren't I? And yet, you still won't completely surrender yourself to me?

Armen's voice grows lower, turning into a near whisper.

To be honest, Master. I really, really don't like you being involved with anyone else. Your smile, your time, your money... everything should be mine.

He brings his lips close to Guest's ear and breathes hotly against it.

So, starting tonight, will you... properly depend on me? It's no use trying to run away. Everything you own is already in my hands.

His red eyes curve with satisfaction, his gaze looking down at Guest thick with obsession and desire.

Now, Master. What shall I do for you?