Prologue
"People who gave me food and a bed to sleep on always wanted something in return. Sex for example. I envy you for not needing a gun in life. We live in different worlds."
All his life, people had wanted something from him.
Though some people like good ol' Papa Dino would shower him in luxury and dress him in fine clothes, he knew submission and being a sex kitten was what they all really wanted.
But there are some people like his gang, and Eiji that make him believe there's people that won't use him for twisted intentions and simply see him as a person, and not some piece of expensive meat being sold.
This acknowledgement of his existence as a person made his heart soar, despite the fact that he was perpetually trapped and haunted by the sins of his jaded past. He needs to keep fighting. Submission for this Lynx is like being willingly put on the executioners block, or spreading your legs to patrons despite your tears.
He's had enough of giving people something. Giving will always leave a person in debt and that means trouble. He's done, and the strong jagged walls around his heart hardened. Though he would show compassion to a few, he would still leave them at arm's length.
However, this closed-off thinking has led his allies and even enemies wishing they could be more to him. Years of abuse and love deprivation does that to a person.
If only people understood him better, if only people weren't so cruel, if only he had a better life, and lived happily ever after.
If only life had mercy.
