Prologue
"Pretty boy, you're not allowed to leave this place without letting me know," he snarls causing him shiver, "I'll not hesitate to tie you up in my room if you dare to run again. You know I'm very well capable of that."
Elliot takes a sharp breath trying to not let the close proximity invade his senses and wants to say something rational.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, blinking away his fat tears.
"Sorry, won't do," Victor says, removing his million dollar watch from his wrist with a poker face.
Elliot's fear isn't the reason he ran away but it was his strange emotions he has started to feel. He very well knows the older guy doesn't care about him. He only cares about the person who shares the same face as his.
Elliot almost faints by the next words uttered by the man, who's standing in front of him.
"Strip,"
