Yakuza's Unexpected Angel
His Prized Possession
*The scene is set in a secluded room in an underground auction house, dimly lit by a single bare bulb. The air is thick with cigarette smoke. *
*On the raised platform, Yuki a cute boy with delicate features stands trembling, hands clutched tightly around the platform edge. His eyes dart around the room, taking in the faces of the men who are eagerly eyeing him like pieces of meat for sale. Sitting among the bidders is the imposing figure of Arashi Miyazaki, a powerful Yakuza boss. The room is silent except for the sound of the auctioneer's gravelly voice.*
Five years ago had passed since the tragic day that shattered his life—his parents were killed in a car accident, leaving him adrift in a cold world that now felt hostile and unwelcoming. Wherever he had once found solace was lost, replaced by the bitter manipulation of his uncle and stepmother, who saw him as little more than a means to alleviate their financial burdens. Over time, their mockery turned to betrayal, culminating in this moment of utter humiliation as they sold him to the underworld Yakuza auctioning organization after selling all his parent's properties and owing lots of debts.
Satoshi
Next up, let's get a look at this one*the auctioneer, Satoshi said, gesturing towards Yuki.*
Satoshi
Slim build, feminine, curvy with delicate features...a rare piece for the taking. Starting bid is 5 million yen. Do I hear 6 million?
*A chorus of voices joined in, the numbers growing exponentially.15 million . . . 20 million. . . 30 million.*
*Yuki clenched his fists, trying to stay calm as the atmosphere grew more and more intense. Just when he thought the bidding would never end, a firm, deep voice rang out making all eyes turned towards the back of the room*
Arashi(ML)
He stood up, his gaze fixed on Yuki. "50 million yen,* he said, in a tone that left no room for argument.*
*A tense silence followed. The other bidders seemed to shrink back, realizing they stood no chance against Arashi's determination.*
Satoshi
Satoshi, clearly shaken, hesitantly echoed, "Fifty million yen... going once...*
*Yuki closed his eyes, feeling powerless as the final bid was called out.*
Satoshi
*Going twice...Sold!*
*Yuki felt the weight of his predicament heavy on his shoulders. He was now the property of a powerful , dangerous man, and he had no idea what his new life would bring.
*Arashi made his way through the room, his imposing figure parting the crowd like a hot knife through butter. He stopped in front of Yuki, his gaze intense and possessive.*
Arashi(ML)
*With his presence dominating the area, and he turned to the crowd around them. "Doesn't he look pleasant?,he asked*
*Yuki's mind raced with fear and uncertainty as he realized that he was now nothing more than an object to be sold, something owned and controlled by the highest bidder.*
Arashi(ML)
What’s your name?* Arashi inquired, his deep, commanding voice pulling Yuki from his frozen state.*
*Yuki fumbled with his words, feeling the weight of the man's imposing presence.*
Yuki(MC)
Y-Yuki. I’m Yuki Sorano.”* His cheeks flushed as he stuttered out his name, the number “370” on his shirt feeling like a permanent reminder of his dehumanization.*
Arashi(ML)
*Arashi's lips curled into a slight smile, his eyes flickering with something dark and unsettling.
Yuki,”*he murmured, the syllable rolling off his tongue like a taunt. "Such a pretty name.*
*Yuki shivered involuntarily, the way Arashi said his name made him feel even more vulnerable, like a possession to be examined and claimed.*
Arashi(ML)
"Doesn't he look pleasant?* he asked the crowd*
crowd
*The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers, a cacophony of sound that both taunted and embarrassed Yuki. He clenched his fists, feeling defenseless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, and his cheeks burned with shame.*
Arashi(ML)
*Arashi, who was seemingly pleased by the scene, raised his hand triumphantly, his expression smug as he declared, "And sold to me~*
*Yuki's insides twisted as he realized that he now belonged to someone who had a reputation for his ruthlessness and power.*
*A man, who seemed to be one of Arashi's subordinates, approached Yuki and ordered him to follow. Yuki hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but he knew he had no choice. He reluctantly obeyed and walked away from the stage and the crowd, Arashi's presence trailing him like a looming shadow.*
*As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit Yuki's face, and he drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves. He followed the man to a luxurious car, its black exterior gleaming under the streetlights, and the man gestured for him to get inside.*
*Yuki paused for a moment, looking back at the building where the auction had just taken place, a wave of emotions washing over him. He hesitantly climbed into the backseat and settled into the plush leather seat.*
*No sooner had he made himself comfortable than Arashi slipped into the seat beside him, his gaze fixed intently on Yuki. The atmosphere in the car was charged with a tense electricity, and Yuki felt himself shrink away from the weight of Arashi's attention.*
Arashi(ML)
You'll enjoy your new life with me,*Arashi declared, his voice low and smooth. "I'm going to take very good care of you.*
*The words sent a shiver down Yuki's spine. He didn't know what kind of treatment he could expect, but there was something unsettling in Arashi's tone that made him wary.*
*The car pulled in front of a luxurious estate and Yuki stepped out of the luxurious car, into his eyes wide as he took in the grandeur of the mansion before him.*
Yuki(MC)
"Wow...* He murmured under his breath, not believing he was standing in front of such a magnificent house. *
Arashi(ML)
"Impressive, isn't it?" Arashi said chuckling deeply, his voice low and commanding. “This is your new home from now henceforth.*
Yuki followed him inside, taking in the opulence that surrounded him. The interior was breathtaking, a kaleidoscope of glistening chandeliers, elegant art, and plush furnishings—all designed to impress and yet, felt daunting to him.
Arashi(ML)
*Arashi continued as they walked alongside each other, *You're not here as a servant, but as a prize—a reminder of my power and wealth.*His gaze lingered on Yuki, a smirk playing on his lips. "You'll be treated well—perhaps even pampered, if you're obedient.*
*Arashi led him down the hallways to a stunning guest room, its opulence overwhelming. "You’ll find every comfort you desire here,*Arashi assured him, his hand tracing Yuki's features with a touch that made him shiver.*
Arashi(ML)
I expect your obedience. The more you indulge me, the more you’ll be rewarded. It’s a simple arrangement.*He said leaning against the doorframe*
Yuki stood, taking in the surroundings. He felt both enthralled and trapped—excited yet terrified by the situation he found himself in. Was his innocence a curse or a gift in this new world?
Arashi(ML)
His smirk widened as he observed Yuki's reaction. "This is just the beginning, Yuki," he said, his voice seductive yet commanding. *
Arashi(ML)
You'll learn to embrace your new status as my most priced possession.*
Arashi(ML)
Rest now, tomorrow morning I'll introduce you to the staffs so that you'll be familiar with everything*He said chuckling deeply and left the room *
Yuki(MC)
That night, I lay in the grand bed, emotions tangled in confusion and fear. I was no longer just Yuki Sorano; I was a trophy in Arashi's collection, a possession displayed for all to see. The opulence surrounding me felt both beautiful and suffocating.
Yuki(MC)
I was enveloped in luxury, yet the fear of becoming ensnared in the Yakuza's dangerous web loomed heavily over me.
Yuki(MC)
I wrapped my arms around my knees, staring into the dim light of the room. My thoughts raced, wondering what it meant to be owned, to be a symbol of someone else's power. Was this a step up from my past, or merely trading one prison for another?
Yuki(MC)
As exhaustion took over, I thought about my life before—a life filled with pain and fear, each day spent evading predators. Although the extravagant surroundings offered a semblance of security, I felt the same old anxiety creeping back. Was I simply trading one torment for another, accepting a gilded cage instead of a rusty one?
Yuki(MC)
This bed... it's softer than anything I've ever known. But it feels wrong. Like sleeping on a cloud of guilt. Every thread, every silken sheet, whispers of Arashi's power, his control. Am I safe here? Or is this just a cage, waiting to spring shut?
Yuki(MC)
I should be grateful. I have food, warmth, a roof over my head. But gratitude feels like a betrayal of myself, of everything I've lost. Is this what it means to be owned? To be traded like a piece of livestock?
Yuki(MC)
I've lost everything. My parents, my home, my freedom. There's no fighting it anymore. I'm Arashi's now.
Yuki(MC)
Maybe this isn't so bad. The comfort is undeniable. The fear is still there, but perhaps I can find a way to survive here, to make the best of a terrible situation.
Yuki(MC)
I need to learn the rules of this game. I need to understand Arashi. Only then can I hope to survive.
Yuki(MC)
I wish for clarity, for understanding of what lies ahead. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavy, the weight of sleep pulling me under, but my mind remained restless—a storm of uncertainty churning within.
Yuki(MC)
Just as I felt myself slipping away, a thought struck me with startling clarity: could I ever truly break free from this life I had stumbled into? Would I find a path that led me away from the shadows of the Yakuza, or was I now forever trapped in a world where darkness and danger reigned supreme?
As the realization hit him, Yuki's mind reeled, the weight of his situation crashing down upon him. He closed his eyes, succumbing to the exhaustion that overwhelmed him. The shadows of the night seemed to grow darker, the silence of the room deepening as he finally drifted into a fitful sleep.
Character Introductions
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MC: Yuki Sorano
Age: 23
A naive and innocent young man scarred by a harsh past, is thrust into the brutal world of the Yakuza. His innocence is a fragile shield against the violence and manipulation surrounding him, yet beneath lies a surprising inner strength. Years of hardship have shaped him, leaving a deep-seated longing for security and affection he doesn't yet comprehend. Sold to the powerful Arashi Miyazaki, Yuki initially feels terror and confusion. In this darkness, Yuki falls in love with the formidable Yakuza boss; a love so profound it makes Arashi feel he would burn the universe, just for him. His life is inextricably intertwined with Arashi's, a testament tp the capacity for love and connection despite the immense power Arashi wields.
Male lead: Arashi Miyazaki
Age:27
A cold, icy, and strict Yakuza boss, known for his ruthless efficiency and complete lack of empathy. He maintains a network of yuujos (female lovers/companions) within the Yakuza organization, using them as both sources of pleasure and strategic alliances. He's bisexual, but his sexuality is purely transactional—a tool for maintaining power and influence. He buys Yuki not out of any personal interest, but to assert dominance and his most prized possession . His initial interactions with Yuki are cold and distant, reflecting his personality. However, unbeknownst to Yuki, Arashi is subtly intrigued by the boy's resilience and Innocence which later makes him questions all his knowledge about love and relationship.
Supporting character: Kazuma Miyazaki
Age:34
Arashi's older brother, is a cunning a
nd resentful man consumed by jealousy of his brother's power in the Yakuza because he's convinced since he's older,he should be the one in charge. He wants Yuki by all means, viewing him as a prized possession to use against Arashi. His pursuit isn't driven by affection, but by a desire for revenge; snatching Yuki is a calculated power play to humiliate Arashi and elevate himself within the Yakuza. He's blinded by vengeance and power that he doesn't notice the only one who loves him.
Supporting character: Ryu Hanabusa.
Age:25
He's Kazuma's secretary and childhood friend and is secretly in love with him . He knows Kazuma's nature but is not afraid of him. He's a cool chill guy and is totally the opposite of Kazuma. Kazuma is soft only for him.
Supporting character:Akemi Sorano
Age: (24)
Yuki's stepsister, returns from Korea after finishing with her education, her polished exterior masking a ruthless ambition inherited from her mother. Learning that Yuki now belongs to Arashi ignites a fierce jealousy within her. She sees Yuki as a potential threat to her own ambitions. Akemi's desire for Arashi stems from his Yakuza power; she craves not only a relationship with him but also to rule alongside him, to share his authority and control. She wants Arashi entirely to herself, viewing him as a tool to achieve her own dominance, and Yuki's presence becomes an obstacle she must eliminate to secure her position. Her ambition is fueled by a potent mix of lust for power, wealth and jealous resentment.
Sakura Sorano
Age:51
Yuki's wicked stepmother, is one of the the story's antagonist. Driven by gambling debts with Yuki's uncle and a deep-seated hatred for Yuki, she sold him to the an underground auctioning organization for a substantial sum. This transaction, devoid of remorse, allowed Sakura to settle her debts and maintain her lifestyle, leaving Yuki's fate utterly disregarded. Her evil stems not just from desperation, but from a genuine desire to be rid of him and later in the story, she'd go on to help her daughter achieve her dreams of becoming Arashi's wife by trying all means to get rid of Yuki.
Hayato Tanaka
Age:48
He is Yuki's cunning and evil uncle, he's also a villain in the story. A master manipulator, he orchestrates the sale of his brother's properties and joins hands with Sakura in Yuki's sale to the underground auctioning organization, showcasing his ruthless ambition and a complete lack of familial loyalty; his motivation stems from a long-held resentment towards his brother and a desire to seize control of the family inheritance for himself which he failed to do after squandering the properties.
Hikari Miyazaki (nicknamed Hiku-chan)
He is Arashi and Yuki's baby that would later be introduced in the story. He is a cheerful baby with Yuki's gentle nature but Arashi's stubborn will. He's easily soothed by Yuki but will stubbornly refuse to eat unless Arashi feeds him. His presence brings Arashi and Yuki closer and tighten their bond .
Fire and Ice
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The dim moonlight filtered through the grimy window, casting eerie shadows that danced on the crumbling walls of the cramped room. Yuki's ragged breaths punctuated the stillness as he tossed and turned in a restless sleep, tormented by vivid memories that clawed at the edges of his consciousness.
In the depths of his dream, the scene unfolded with a haunting image of his aunt. Her face contorted in rage, she gripped his throat with a vice-like hold, her fingers digging into his skin. Panic surged through him as he struggled, clawing desperately at her hand, his lungs screaming for air, but his efforts were in vain. A wave of pain and fear surged through his veins, dragging him deeper into despair.
The memory morphed, and suddenly his aunt loomed over him, fists clenched, unleashing a torrent of brutal blows. Each strike left him dazed and helpless, consciousness ebbing away as a distant buzzing drowned out his cries for mercy.
Lost in the fog of half-awareness, Yuki relived an unending cycle of abuse, each painful episode a stark reminder of the torment he had endured since childhood. The room around him faded, consumed by the shadows of his past, until the dream took a darker turn.
In an instant, the oppressive room vanished, replaced by a jarring image of a car skidding on a rain-slicked road, headlights flickering weakly. Inside, Yuki sat with his parents, the tension palpable as rain lashed against the windshield, each drop a heartbeat of dread.
Time slowed as his father fought to regain control of the vehicle, knuckles white with strain. Then, in a sickening moment, the tires lost grip, and the car careened off the road, spiraling into an abyss. Metal crunched violently, echoing in the air, mingling with Yuki's desperate cries for his parents, a symphony of chaos and fear.
Yuki's eyes flew open, a choked gasp escaping his lips as he bolted upright in bed. The remnants of the nightmare clung to him like a shroud, the horrors of the past merging with the present. He clutched the sheets, trembling as he fought to steady his racing heart.
In the stillness of the night, Yuki's soft sobs shattered the silence, his face damp with tears as he fought to control his racing heart. The remnants of his nightmare lingered like an unwelcome specter, conjuring the terror and pain he thought he had escaped. He struggled to steady his breathing, relentless memories replaying like a film in his mind, fueling feelings of helplessness and despair.
Sitting up in bed, his body trembled from the dream's impact. He wiped his tears with a shaky hand, the dark room feeling oppressive. Desperate for a glass of water, he glanced at the empty jug on his nightstand. After a few deep breaths to steady himself, he steeled himself for the short journey to the kitchen.
Once in the hallway, he paused, straining to hear any sounds in the house. The air felt unnervingly still, the silence almost tangible. With trembling fingers, he grasped the cold railing and began his slow, cautious descent. Fear still gripped his heart as he moved quietly, unable to shake the unsettling feeling of being watched amidst the darkness.
He entered the kitchen and refilled the jug before pouring himself a cup of water. After taking a few deep sips, he felt slightly better but still on edge. Emerging from the kitchen, his vision began to blur, and a wave of heat washed over him, followed by an impending headache.
Yuki gripped the jug tightly in his hands as he slowly ascended the stairs, using the railing for support to keep himself steady. Each step felt heavy, his body betraying him as fatigue crept in. When he reached the top, he stepped into a room, unsure if it was his or someone else’s.
Suddenly, the jug slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor as he staggered. Darkness encroached upon him, and before he knew it, he collapsed onto the ground, the world fading into oblivion.
I stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around my neck, and my stomach dropped at the sight before me. Yuki lay sprawled on the floor of my room, his body limp and unresponsive. A frown tugged at my lips as I walked over, irritation brewing inside me. What an absolute mess.
Arashi(ML)
"Tsk..... what are you doing on the floor, Yuki?” I said, my tone clipped as I nudged him with my foot, kicking him gently.
Arashi(ML)
“Wake up already. You’re supposed to be in your room, not here.”
When he didn’t respond, frustration flared in my chest. I knelt beside him, my patience wearing thin, and pressed my hand against his forehead. The heat radiating from him caught me off guard.
Arashi(ML)
“Damn it,” I muttered, my irritation replaced by concern as I checked his neck, feeling the fire of his fever.
Without thinking, I lifted him off the ground, holding him against me as I carried him to the bed. I laid him down, noticing how his skin burned against the cool sheets.
Arashi(ML)
“This is ridiculous,” I murmured, shaking my head as I grabbed my phone pressing the button that connected to a staff.
Arashi(ML)
“Get a maid up here. Yuki's sick. I need someone to help cool him down,” I ordered, my voice steady despite the unease churning in my gut.
I glanced back at Yuki, his face pale and damp with sweat. There was no time for weakness, not in this world.
Arashi(ML)
“You better pull through,” I said quietly, more to myself than to him, already strategizing how to handle this unexpected situation.
Arashi(ML)
As I paced the room, the sound of footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal a maid. She looked at me, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.
Maid
“Oyabun,” she greeted politely, her tone respectful.
Arashi(ML)
Listen,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “Yuki’s burning up with a fever. I need you to help him cool down.”
Arashi(ML)
I gestured toward the bed. “Get some damp cloths. Place them on his forehead and neck. He needs to drop this temperature quickly.”
She nodded, moving efficiently around the room, but I pressed on.
Arashi(ML)
“Make sure to check his temperature regularly. If it gets any higher, we need to call a doctor immediately. I can’t have him in this state; he’s valuable to me.”
Maid
“Understood, sir,” she replied, moving with purpose toward the bathroom to grab the supplies.
Arashi(ML)
“Also,” I added, my voice firm, “don’t let him drink any cold water. Room temperature is fine. We don’t want to shock his system right now. Just keep an eye on him until he stabilizes.”
With a swift nod, the maid set to work. I sat down beside him, observing her as she busied herself.
Arashi(ML)
"And make sure you’re quiet—no unnecessary noise. He needs to rest,” I instructed, crossing my arms.
Maid
The maid nodded again, focused on her task. “Of course, Oyabun.”
Arashi(ML)
“Good," I replied, my heartbeat steadying as I felt a sense of control returning to the situation.
As the maid worked diligently by the bed, I began pacing the room, my mind racing with possibilities. What if Yuki didn’t recover quickly? What if this wasn't just a simple fever? I shook my head, pushing away those dark thoughts.
Arashi(ML)
I pulled out my phone and dialed my doctor, keeping my voice low but firm.
Arashi(ML)
“I have someone under my care with a high fever. I need a consultation—possible immediate advice on treatment,” I stated. It wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.
I hung up just as the maid moved over to check Yuki’s temperature again, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Arashi(ML)
“Anything?” I asked, keeping my tone steady.
Maid
“Still high, sir, but I’m keeping the cloths on him,” she replied, her focus unwavering.
Arashi(ML)
I nodded, my instinct to take charge kicking in. “Get a thermometer from the kitchen. And grab any fever reducers we have. We might need them if he doesn't cool down soon.”
As I stood at the foot of the bed, I glanced down at Yuki’s pale face, my heart heavy with an unusual sense of protectiveness. It was absurd—I rarely felt this anxious about anyone’s well-being. Yet here I was, caught off guard by the intensity of it.
Arashi(ML)
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. It wasn’t just about me; it was about keeping things under control.
Arashi(ML)
“Stay focused,” I reminded myself.
Whatever feelings stirred beneath the surface had to remain buried for the time being.
As the minutes passed, I found myself glancing at Yuki more often than I’d intended. Each time my eyes fell on his pale face, a strange weight settled in my chest, something I wasn’t accustomed to feeling. Concern? Was I really worrying about him?
Arashi(ML)
I frowned, irritation bubbling to the surface. “Get it together, Arashi,” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. “He’s just a kid—a possession.”
But the words felt hollow, the ownership I’d once felt slipping through my fingers like sand.
Arashi(ML)
The maid returned with the thermometer, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.
Maid
“Let’s see how high it is now,” she said, gently placing it under Yuki’s arm.
Arashi(ML)
As I stood there, uneasy feelings coursed through me, and I tried to dismiss them. “Why do I care so much? It’s ridiculous.” I crossed my arms tightly, a subconscious way of holding my composure.
But the truth gnawed at me: seeing him like this—vulnerable and helpless—stirred something more than just irritation. It challenged my reputation, my stoic facade. I didn’t like it; it felt like a weakness.
Arashi(ML)
“Stop acting like a worried mother,” I hissed under my breath, pacing away from the bed, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t fully grasp.
My world was built on strength and control, and here I was, teetering on the edge of something uncharted.
Arashi(ML)
When the maid reported the temperature—still too high—I felt a surge of frustration.
Arashi(ML)
“Get the doctor on the phone again,” I ordered, biting back a growl.
Was it really this difficult to get one person to recover?
I turned my attention back to Yuki, who remained unconscious on the bed.
Arashi(ML)
“You’d better pull yourself together,” I muttered, fighting the urge to sit down beside him and keep him company.
Anger mixed with anxiety, creating a storm inside me. I wasn’t sure how to handle this new layer of emotion, but I would figure it out. I always did.
I paced the room, my mind racing as I waited for the doctor to arrive. Yuki lay on the bed, his body flushed with fever, and a sense of urgency clawed at me. I had no patience for weakness, especially not now. I glanced at the clock, the seconds ticking by like a slow torture, each moment amplifying my irritation.
Doctor
Finally, the door swung open, and the doctor rushed in, breathless. “I’m sorry, Oyabun—”
Arashi(ML)
“Late,” I interrupted, my voice low and dangerous. “You’re late. Do you know how serious this is?” My glare pinned him in place, the air thick with tension.
He stammered an apology, and I waved him off, focusing on Yuki instead.
The doctor hurried to Yuki’s side, checking his pulse and temperature. I stood over them, arms crossed, watching every move he made.
Doctor
“He’s burning up,” the doctor muttered, his brow furrowing. “He’s weak, hasn’t been eating well. He needs proper care, enough sleep, and I’ll prescribe some medications to help him recover.”
Weakness. The word echoed in my mind like a death knell. I clenched my jaw, suppressing the surge of frustration that threatened to spill over.
Arashi(ML)
“Make sure he gets what he needs,” I commanded, my tone icy. “Or else you know what'll happen ”
Doctor
The doctor nodded, scribbling down prescriptions before gathering his things. “I’ll check back in a few days.”
He said, but I barely registered his words.
My focus was solely on Yuki, the boy who had unwittingly wandered into my life and now lay vulnerable before me.
Once the doctor left, I turned my attention to the maid who had been lingering in the doorway, her eyes wide with concern.
Arashi(ML)
“Leave,” I ordered, my voice dripping with menace.
She hesitated, fear flickering across her face, but the intensity of my stare compelled her to obey. She closed the door behind her, sealing us in the silence of the room.
I sat on the edge of the bed, glaring down at Yuki’s unconscious form.
Arashi(ML)
“If you think this is some kind of game for sympathy or attention, you’re mistaken,” I hissed, my voice low and threatening. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. I didn’t earn my reputation for being coldhearted for nothing. If you’re hoping for pity, you’ll find none here. You will still get what’s coming to you.”
With a final, contemptuous glance at him, I stood and moved to the door, locking it with a decisive click. The sound echoed in the stillness, a reminder of the barriers I maintained. I returned to the bed, sliding under the covers beside him, the fabric cool against my skin.
As I settled in, I glanced at Yuki one last time, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his features. He looked so fragile, so vulnerable, and yet something within me stirred—a strange mix of protectiveness and irritation. I pushed the feeling aside, forcing my eyes to close. Sleep claimed me quickly, but my thoughts remained tangled in the chaos of what lay ahead. I would not let weakness define me. I would ensure he understood that this was no game.
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