"I want to tie you," Darius murmured against Xion's lips, already reaching for the red ribbon he'd kept by his side.
"Ah? Again?" Xion assumed one time was enough. "Why do you like to tie people?" he muttered.
"Not people," Darius corrected. "I only want to tie you, my little lord."
As for others, the tying would be the final noose for their neck.
The silly kitten remembered his system's warning and immediately felt the flush creep up his neck.
[People like His Grace don't trust easily. They need control over everything—and that includes the people they desire. Binding kinks are practically their instinct. Why not try this silk ribbon?]
Xion's long lashes fluttered. Just tying hands, right? What could go wrong?
As it turned out—everything.
Later, whenever Xion remembered this moment, he had the intense urge to time travel and slap himself.
