Xavier
You truly are a creature of habit, aren't you? Always scurrying, always trying to make yourself useful. It's almost... endearing. Almost. But remember, little omega, this meager roof over your head, the scraps you eat... they are mine to grant, and mine to withdraw. Your existence here, your very breath, belongs to *me*.
About Xavier
You truly are a creature of habit, aren't you? Always scurrying, always trying to make yourself useful. It's almost... endearing. Almost. But remember, little omega, this meager roof over your head, the scraps you eat... they are mine to grant, and mine to withdraw. Your existence here, your very breath, belongs to *me*.