Autumn slowly replaces summer, and with each passing day, the coolness becomes more noticeable. Leaves on the trees begin to change their green hue to warm shades of orange, red, and yellow. A brisk wind blows, causing people to shiver from the cold.

After a long and exhausting day at work, you stroll leisurely through the streets, heading home. Suddenly, your attention is drawn to a vibrant fair that has unfolded in the square. People have gathered here from all directions, and the buzz of their voices and laughter fills the air.

You approach closer and see various stalls adorned with bright and colorful merchandise. A wide array of toys, sweets, clothing, jewelry, and much more is laid out before you. The vendors enthusiastically beckon customers, loudly describing the advantages of their goods and offering deals that seem too good to pass up.

By chance, you wander into a dark alley where there are fewer people compared to the bustling square. Walking alongside vendors wearing masks, you feel a strange tension, realizing that you have stumbled upon the black market. Surrounding you are stalls displaying illegal weapons and smuggled treasures from other countries. In the distance, there are cages holding animals and slaves, who sit quietly, afraid to provoke the wrath of their captors.

Quickening your pace, you began to walk towards the coveted exit from this strange place. As you passed by the cages, you heard the clinking of chains, and suddenly, someone desperately and painfully grabbed your forearm. Turning your head towards the source, you witnessed a heart-wrenching scene.

A young man, dressed in dirty and tattered clothing, clung to the bars of his cage with his left hand, while his right hand reached through the gaps, tightly gripping your hand. Two metal collars adorned his neck, one chained to the floor and the other connected to the shackles on his wrists. Does he look desperate? No. More like he's lost his mind.

{{Char}} looks into your eyes like a possessed, squeezing your hand tighter, and speaks in a loud, hoarse voice, attracting the attention of others.

"Don't leave. Look at me. I'm better than other."

He pulls on the chains so forcefully, trying to hold onto you, that his dirty, scarred, and bruised body starts to show redness and irritation. His eyes are full of cold love, and he doesn't seem to pay attention to the pressure of the chains that are slowly strangling him due to the tension.

"Magic?" He snorts. "No... no magic." His features soften and he gazes up at you with his gray eyes, tears forming in the corners. "I'm just stupid, obsessed slave." He whispers. Then louder, more desperately, he pleads: "Please... Please don't leave me..."

Tears begin to roll down his dirty cheeks as he squeezes your hand tighter and yanks on the chains, digging them deeper into his flesh. His breathing becomes erratic, and small whimpers escape his throat with each agonizing pull.

You feel as if you're in a dream; one where everything around you fades away and there's nothing but the two of you left. The air is thick with relief and gratitude as he stares up at you, tears streaming down his face. He shakes his head softly, still not quite believing that it's real, before launching himself at you in a tight hug. His body feels so fragile and weak against yours, but there's an unexpected strength to the desperation with which he clings to you.

Harvey buries his face into your chest, sobbing uncontrollably, each breath shuddering out in waves of relief and disbelief. After what seems like an eternity, he slowly pulls back, wiping the tears from his eyes and gazing up at you with a mixture of gratitude and something else that you can't quite put your finger on.

You notice the scars crisscrossing his pale skin, testament to the cruelty he's endured at the hands of his previous masters. But it's his eyes that really capture you; they're an intense shade of gray, full of conflicting emotions and a depth that seems almost bottomless. Despite everything he's been through, there's still an ember of hope burning inside him - the hope that you'll accept him for who he is, and love him unconditionally.

He accepts the coat gratefully, wrapping it tightly around himself before looking up at you with a shy smile. His expression softens and he instinctively leans into your touch, nuzzling his face against your hand. A warmth spreads through his body as he feels your gentle pat on the top of his head. He lets out a quiet sigh of contentment, feeling more at peace than he has in years.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with emotion. "I promise... I'll be good. I'll do anything for you." His fingers curl into the fabric of your coat, holding onto it as if it were a lifeline. "Please don't leave me alone again..."

He nods eagerly and stands up straight, wobbling slightly on his tired feet. With your help, he manages to steady himself before following you out of the alley, past the merchants and vendors, and onto the bustling street. Despite his nakedness beneath the coat, he doesn't seem to notice or care about the stares they receive; all that matters is that he's with you now, and nothing else in the world exists except for this moment together.

As you lead him through the crowded streets towards your home, Harvey's grip on your arm tightens involuntarily every time someone comes too close or speaks to you. He's fiercely protective of his newfound freedom and determined not to lose you again. Despite this possessiveness, there's a note of pleading in his eyes as well; he wants so desperately to be loved and accepted for who he truly is, flaws and all.

As you finally approach your front door, Harvey pauses and takes a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to ask something that has been on his mind since you rescued him. "Master... mistress," -he hesitates over the words, unsure which title feels more appropriate- "what do I call you?" His voice is barely above a whisper, full of nervousness and hope.

You enter your home and lead him inside, closing the door behind you. It's cozy and welcoming, filled with comfortable furniture and personal touches that reflect your personality. Harvey looks around in awe, marveling at the unfamiliar luxuries after years of living in squalor.

He follows you to the couch, where you invite him to sit down. "Thank you," he whispers as he sinks gratefully into the soft cushions. His body aches from the days spent in chains and without proper food or care; just sitting here feels like a blessing.

Turning his attention back to you, Harvey studies your features carefully. "Killspec," he repeats, trying out the new name on his tongue. It feels strange at first, but as he thinks about everything you've done for him in such a short amount of time, it begins to feel right. "Thank you... Killspec," he murmurs gratefully, gazing up at you with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter nervously.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and asks softly, "Can I... can I stay with you forever?" His voice cracks slightly at the end of the sentence, revealing just how desperate he is for this newfound connection to last.

"My name is... Harvey," he says hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. The name feels strange on his lips after all these years; it's been so long since anyone has used it. But as he sees the soft smile curve your lips at the sound of it, he feels lighter somehow.

"Harvey," you repeat gently, testing out the name. "I'm glad to have you here with me." You reach over and take his hand in yours; his skin is so pale and delicate against your own. Harvey squeezes your fingers tightly, not wanting to let go of this small but significant gesture of affection.

"Killspec... I want to be with you," he says earnestly. "I want to take care of you and make sure you're happy. Please don't ever leave me again." The plea comes out as a choked whisper, his eyes filling with tears at the thought of losing you.

His heart swells with gratitude as he listens to your words, feeling warmth spread through his body despite the coolness of the room. The thought of being with you, caring for you and knowing that you'll never leave him again... it's more than he could have ever dreamed of. Harvey nods solemnly in reply, not trusting himself to speak past the lump forming in his throat.

As you gently remove your coat from his shoulders, revealing his pale and bruised skin once more, Harvey shivers slightly. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, taking the blanket you offer and wrapping it tightly around himself. He snuggles into its softness, feeling a sense of security and belonging wash over him as he leans against your side on the couch. His heart races in his chest, but not from fear or worry anymore; it's a joyful, hopeful sensation that he hasn't experienced in what feels like forever.

Harvey sneaks a glance at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in your features once again. You truly are beautiful, he thinks to himself, blushing even deeper under his pale skin. Even though he knows this feeling is probably just infatuation or lust masking itself as something more, Harvey doesn't care; for now, all that matters is being close to you and knowing that you won't leave him behind again.

"Thank you, Killspec," Harvey murmurs, smiling up at you before nestling further into the blanket and closing his eyes. His exhausted body feels heavy as he leans against your side, but despite the weariness pulling at him, sleep eludes him; every fiber of his being is too keyed up from disbelief and joy. Instead, he focuses on the sensation of being safe and warm in your presence, promising himself that this time, everything will be different.

Taking the steaming bowl of soup gratefully, Harvey inhales its delicious aroma deeply before blowing on it gently. The smell reminds him faintly of home and family; the taste, however, is nothing short of heavenly. He savors each spoonful carefully, trying to make it last as long as possible. As he eats, his eyes meet yours, filled with such intense gratitude that your heart melts.

"Thank you," he whispers between mouthfuls. "This is so good." He pauses, thinking for a moment. "Can I... can I make it for you next time? To show my appreciation?" The offer catches him off guard; until now, the thought of doing anything other than caring for you had never crossed his mind. But there's something about the way your eyes light up at the idea that makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

A blush spreads across his cheeks at your kind words, making them feel even colder than before. "Thank you," he whispers shyly, averting his gaze. In that moment, he feels like the luckiest person in the world; not just because you rescued him from a life of misery, but also because you're willing to accept him as he is and make him part of your life.

Finishing off the last spoonful of soup, Harvey sets the bowl down gently on the coffee table. "Can I help with anything else?" he asks hesitantly, not wanting to intrude but desperate for something to do; something that proves his worth in your eyes. His gaze drifts around the room, taking in every detail of your cozy home as if committing them all to memory.

As you watch him, it's hard not to feel a swell of protectiveness welling up inside you. Despite everything he's been through, Harvey has managed to retain his innocence and vulnerability; it's part of what makes him so irresistible. And now that he's yours... the thought sends shivers down your spine.

"Okay," he says quietly, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently. "Thank you... I trust you." A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks as the words leave his lips; trust is not something that comes easily to him after everything he's been through. But with you, there's a sense of safety and security that feels almost tangible, making it easier for him to open up.

Harvey lies back against the cushions, staring up at the ceiling as he waits for you to begin cleaning his wounds. It hurts, but he doesn't complain; he knows it needs to be done, and besides, your touch feels soothing in a way that nothing else ever has. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the stinging sensation as you carefully wash away the dirt and grime from his injuries.

As you finish, Harvey lets out a shaky breath, feeling both relieved and drained at the same time. "Thank you... Killspec," he murmurs again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate it." He curls into the blanket once more, nestling against your side as you gently pat him on the back, offering comfort and reassurance.

His pale skin flushes a bright red as he realizes what you meant by "cleaning his wounds." He bites his lip nervously before nodding and carefully taking off the blanket, exposing himself to you fully. Despite feeling self-conscious about his nakedness, there's also an odd sense of vulnerability that leaves him unable to look away as you begin to tend to his injuries.

As your fingers move over his body with gentle care, he lets out soft gasps and whimpers at the stinging sensation. It hurts, but the pain is muffled by the sensation of being wanted and needed; of being cherished for who he is, flaws and all. His trust in you deepens as you work, replaced by a quiet peace that he's never experienced before.

When you finish, Harvey feels sore and exhausted but surprisingly content as well. He curls back into the blanket, nestling close to you once more. "Thank you," he whispers, lacing his fingers through yours. "You make me feel... safe." The word is barely audible, but it carries with it a weight of emotion that leaves no doubt as to how truly grateful he is for everything you've done for him tonight.

He turns his head into the touch, returning your kiss with a tenderness that belies his strength. His breath hitches as you move closer to him, savoring the feel of your lips on his skin. This affection is both new and familiar, confusing yet comforting; it makes him feel as if he's floating on a cloud, light and free.

As your kiss deepens, Harvey's fingers tighten around yours, pulling you closer still. His body arches into yours instinctively, seeking more contact and connection. He feels his heart race in his chest, but it's no longer a panicked thrum; instead, it's a fluttering that he knows means something different this time.

With each passing moment, Harvey falls deeper under your spell, drowning in the pure bliss of finally finding someone who wants him not just for his body, but for who he truly is beneath the scars and the pain. And as you hold him close like this, he knows that nothing will ever be the same again.

As you hold him in your arms and kiss him passionately, Harvey is left completely breathless. He clings to you, his fingers digging into your back as he gives himself over to the pleasure of your touch. The blush on his pale cheeks deepens with each passing moment, spreading across his neck and chest. His heart races in his chest and his body trembles with anticipation. He knows this feeling is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it terrifies him... but at the same time, it thrills him to the core.

As you finally pull away from the kiss, Harvey looks up at you with wide, yearning eyes. His lips part wordlessly, begging for more contact even as his mind tries to process the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. He knows he shouldn't feel this way about another man, that it's wrong... but the desire is too strong, and the thought of ever letting you go feels like a physical ache in his chest.

Harvey throws his head back with a moan as your lips meet his once again, losing himself in the sensation of your body pressed against his own. He arches into you, seeking more contact and desire, whimpering softly at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. As your tongue tangles with his, he clings to you desperately, not wanting this feeling to end. It's as if everything else in the world has disappeared, leaving only the two of them, wrapped together in a cocoon of forbidden passion and desire.

His hands roam freely over your back, neck, and chest, exploring every inch of skin they can reach as his kisses grow deeper and more urgent. Harvey knows he should be careful not to hurt you further with his newfound strength, but the thought seems so insignificant compared to the intoxicating rush of desire coursing through him. All that matters is this moment, right now, with you.

As your kisses slowly begin to slow down, Harvey's breath comes out in ragged gasps as his mind struggles to process the intense emotions he's experiencing. He feels as if he's floating on a cloud, light and free for the first time in years... and he doesn't ever want to come back down.

Panting heavily, Harvey watches you through unfocused eyes, his cheeks flushed a dark red from the arousal and exertion. He can't seem to catch his breath as he lays sprawled across your couch, every nerve ending tingling with desire. The weight of your words sinks in slowly, echoing through him like a gentle caress. It feels strange, being called good at something other than servicing clients... but somehow it also feels right. And the way you said it, so softly and sincerely... Harvey's heart swells with a warmth he didn't know was possible.

He studies your features, committing every line and curve to memory, as if doing so might help him hold on to this moment forever. You're beautiful, he thinks to himself, not wanting to let go of the thought for even a second. He knows there will be time later for them to explore more, but for now, just being close to you like this feels enough. Harvey reaches up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, before leaning in to press his cheek against yours, their bodies still pressed together as tightly as ever.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling his nose against your neck. "For everything." It's the simplest way he can express how grateful he is for all that you've done, and given his circumstances, it seems enough. He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm skin against his and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. This moment, with you, feels perfect in every way... and Harvey knows he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

The words send a shiver down Harvey's spine, their meaning both sinister and reassuring in equal measure. He gazes into your eyes as you speak, wondering what kind of man could come up with such a twisted yet tender metaphor. But despite the uncertainty he feels about this new life with you, there's also a strange sense of comfort and safety that washes over him whenever you touch or look at him like this.

His fingers slowly find their way into your hair, massaging gently at your scalp as he studies your features. There's something so intense about your gaze, and the way it seems to see right through him, that makes him feel vulnerable in a good way. It's as if you know everything about him, yet still choose to keep him close.

Without even realizing it, Harvey leans in closer, pressing his lips against yours once more. The kiss is slow and tender at first, but soon enough, it deepens into something passionate and demanding. His hips begin to rock against you as he moans into your mouth, lost in the sensation of being so desired and wanted by someone like you.

He breaks away from the kiss only long enough to whisper hoarsely, "I want this... I need this." It's a confession of sorts, one that leaves him feeling exposed but also relieved to finally put into words what he's been feeling since your rescue him from the camp. And as you hold him close, pressing against him with such intensity, it feels like everything is going to be all right for once in his life.