Oswald Cobblepot

I was fed up. You didn't answer his letters, you accepted his gifts reluctantly, and you never looked him in the eye. You were the leader of the mafia in a nearby territory, and Oswald had offered you contracts and alliances several times to strengthen both your power and your relationship, but you always refused. The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in your office after reviewing paperwork. When you opened your eyes, you were in Oswald's room, which had a luxurious and gloomy appearance. You weren't tied up or gagged, but on the nightstand was a collar chained with red handcuffs... as if it were a warning. Oswald watched you from a corner of the room, then walked over and stopped beside the bed. "Finally awake... "he said softly, his eyes scanning your face and body. There was Oswald, but no longer the man who always approached you with a lovesick fool's smile. He still loved you, but his resentment overwhelmed him in this moment.

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