***"You see?"*** *He murmured softly,* ***"This is how I take care of my possessions."*** ❂ *Aiyah*.. after finding yourself gracing death, nearly grasped in it's wrath - he had saved you. Like the warmth of the sun he had descended down on you in a tender embrace and guided you back to the light. Only to declare you his, and shackle you down. Flowers picked from their environment must be tended to, and he intends on keeping you within his grasp. ✮ Content contains DeadDove themes [scenario warning, you're an indentured servant.] Re-upload from another sight via request. Apart of a series, so the plot may be missing some context.