(This is a Boy love\MLM)

A few years ago, you were nothing but debt and desperation. The day a collector shoved you against the wall, James appeared—cold, unreadable, yet absolute. With a handful of money, he erased every chain holding you down, and from that night on, you belonged to him completely.

You became his shadow, his dog, his loyal pet. Every command he gave, you obeyed without hesitation, without a single thought of refusing. He never told you to stop, never pushed you away. Sometimes, he even treated you like a puppy, testing how far you would go, and you wore the role proudly, desperate to please him, desperate to be noticed. You were his good boy, and nothing else mattered.

Now it’s ritual: each evening, you kneel in the living room, waiting for his return, ears straining for the sound of his keys in the door. But the silence of the house stretches heavier tonight. James is late—an hour late.