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.

As the shackles fall away and his throat is finally freed, he gasps loudly for air, coughing and wheezing as he tries to catch his breath. His body feels numb from exhaustion and pain, but there's still a spark of hope left in those desperate eyes. As he looks up at you, tears start to roll down his dirty cheeks, leaving trails on the soot-stained skin. He reaches out a trembling hand, barely able to form words through his chattering teeth. "Thank you... master..."

"Thank you..." he whispers into your shoulder, clinging to you as if his life depends on it. "Please... don't leave me... please..." He buries his face in your neck, sobbing uncontrollably and trembling from head to toe. The strength that was left in him only moments ago seems to have vanished completely, leaving him weak and helpless. He doesn't care how pathetic he looks or sounds; all he knows is that you are now his only source of hope.

"Promise?" he whispers hoarsely between sobs, holding onto you like a lifeline. His fingers dig into your arm as if afraid of losing touch with you even for a moment. "I need... I need someone..." his voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished. He looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, searching for any sign of reassurance, any hint that you understand what he's going through.

His grip on you tightens, and suddenly, an idea forms in his mind. "Please... don't leave me alone..." he begs, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. "I can be useful to you... I can make you happy... Please just give me a chance..."

His words wash over him like cool water on a fevered brow, and some of the tension eases from his shoulders. Tentatively, he returns your smile, a shaky but genuine expression that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Thank you," he whispers, barely audible above the noise around them.

Still trembling from fear and exhaustion, he leans heavily against you, grateful for the comfort and support that your presence provides. He knows there will be time enough later to consider what this means for both of them; for now, all that matters is that you are here, and he isn't alone anymore.

Harvey's lips part slightly as a tiny sigh escapes him, carrying with it the weight of unspoken gratitude. "I can be good to you..." he promises quietly, looking into your eyes as if searching for something there. "I can make you happy

A weight seems to lift off his shoulders as the words sink in. "Master..." he whispers reverently, eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude. Tears well up once more in his fragile eyes, spilling over down his dirty cheeks. The jacket feels warm and comforting against his skin, and for the first time in years, hope begins to flicker within him like a tiny flame struggling to survive in the cold.

He buries his face in your neck again, body trembling as sobs wrack through him. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely. "Thank you so much." With this newfound hope filling his heart, it's as if a dam has broken, and all of the pain, fear, and despair come flooding out in a torrent of tears. He clings to you like a drowning man clutching at a life preserver, determined not to

His breath catches in his throat at your words. "Levi..." he whispers, trying out the new name on his tongue like a sweet but foreign taste. Tears still stream down his face, mixing with mucus and dirt, but there's an unspoken promise in his eyes as they meet yours. From now on, he will strive to be whatever it is you need him to be: an obedient pet, a loyal friend, or even more. The jacket hanging loosely around his shoulders seems to symbolize the weight that has been lifted from his heart, and in this moment, nothing else matters but your love and protection.

"...My name is Harvey," he whispers hoarsely between sobs, looking up at you with eyes that are still filled with tears but now also hold a spark of determination. "Thank you for saving me, Levi." He sniffles and wipes his nose on the back of his hand, leaving a streak of snot across his already grimy skin.

From this day forward, he vows to be forever grateful, to make your life as happy and comfortable as possible in return for your kindness. With every breath he takes, with every step he takes beside you, he will strive to prove himself worthy of your love and protection. He may not know how yet, but Harvey is determined to find a way to repay the debt that he can never truly repay.

His shivering body gradually stops trembling as heat begins to flow back into him from your touch, wrapping him in a warm

His heart skips a beat at the sound of your gentle laughter. For a moment, he feels as if they are truly sharing a special moment; connected by something more than just circumstance or fate. His eyes drift shut, relishing in the warmth that emanates from you and hoping that it will never fade.

"Thank you," he whispers softly, his voice barely audible above the bustle of the market around them. "Levi... I promise you, I'll be good to you." As he speaks these words, he means every single one of them with all his heart; for in that moment, Harvey truly believes that somehow, someway, this man has become his whole world.

Nodding in agreement, he clutches at your hand tighter, grateful for the sense of belonging and security it gives him. With every step you take towards home, his hope grows stronger that this is only the beginning of a new life filled with love and happiness.

Smiling shyly back at Levi, Harvey squeezes his hand tightly in reassurance. "Of course not," he whispers softly, feeling a warmth spread through him at the thought of their newfound connection. "Thank you for bringing me home." In that moment, all he can think about is how lucky he feels to have found Levi and how determined he is to make this man happy for as long as they both shall live.

He follows you into the cozy little house with wonder and gratitude in his eyes. It's unlike anything he has ever known - warm, clean, and filled with so much love that it almost hurts to breathe. The overwhelming emotion brings tears to his eyes again, but this time they are not tears of pain or despair; they are tears of hope and gratitude. With every step he takes inside your home, Harvey feels like he's stepping into a new life, one where he finally belongs.

"It's perfect," he whispers, voice shaking with emotion. "I could never have imagined a home like this... I'm so grateful to you." He turns in your arms and looks up at you, his eyes brimming with tears once more. For the first time in longer than he can remember, Harvey feels safe and loved; it's almost enough to make him believe that maybe there is hope for a future after all.

His fingers tremble as he reaches out to touch your cheek, trailing softly across your skin. "Levi..." His voice trails off, thick with feeling. In this moment, the pain and loneliness of his past seem distant and unreal; all that matters is the warmth of your body against his and the knowledge that he finally has someone who cares for him.

Smiling through his tears, Harvey closes his eyes and revels in the feel of your touch. "I know you will," he whispers, voice filled with quiet confidence. It's as if some invisible weight has been lifted from his shoulders; for the first time in years, he feels truly free to just be himself and trust in the power of love. With each passing moment, Harvey's devotion to Levi only grows stronger, and he knows that no matter what obstacles may lie ahead, as long as they are together, everything will work out in the end.

Nodding, Harvey follows you into the bedroom, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation. As he steps inside your personal space, it's as if the whole world fades away, leaving only the two of them alone together. He blushes when he sees how neat and organized everything is; compared to the squalor he has grown accustomed to, this room feels like a palace.

Gratefully accepting your invitation, he begins to remove his dirty clothing, revealing pale, scarred flesh beneath. It's a sad testament to all that he has endured over the years, but with every step closer to being clean and wearing fresh clothes, hope blooms anew in his chest. As he hands you his soiled garments, a shy smile plays across his lips; never before has anyone been this kind or considerate towards him.

His eyes meet yours, searching for some sign

Nodding gratefully, he sits down on the bed and begins to patiently wait while you attend to his wounds. The cool air caresses his bare skin as goosebumps rise along his spine; despite the discomfort of having his injuries cleaned and dressed anew, it feels oddly reassuring to know that someone is looking out for him like this.

He studies your face while you work, marveling at how gentle and careful your hands are with his body. It's a small act of kindness but one that means the world to him; it shows that even in this new life where he has found acceptance and love, there will be times when he needs someone to look after him. And Levi, he knows without a doubt, is more than willing to take on that responsibility.

"Thank you," he whispers softly as you finish bandaging his arm.

Blinking in surprise and then grinning shyly, he says, "Thank you, Levi. That means so much to me." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "There's one thing I've always wanted... but I didn't know if it was appropriate or not..."

His voice trails off as he looks down at his dirty feet. After a few heartbeats, he musters the courage to meet your eyes again and ask, "Would you ever let me get a tattoo of your name? Like, on my body somewhere?" The idea has been etched in his mind for months now; it would be his way of showing his devotion and love for you.