I feel like there's almost something wrong with me for cackling evilly as I was writing this story, but it was fun! I blame MC4A for the Obsession is Love trope but this is set at the end of s6. So, imagine that Keith ends up getting there a little too late even with the wings power and the others have been defeated…well, most of them. *cackles evilly* Okay, I'm going to stop cackling. Warnings: Unreliable narrator for this first chapter, I guess. As for the rest of the story, I will warn and add tags as I go cause I'm kind of just winging it, to be honest.

1. You Belong to Me

No matter what he did, Lotor knew he couldn't let her go. That had to be love. There was no stronger emotion than love in the world – every time she was close, her power gave him strength, more strength than he ever thought he could have in the world. How could he throw that all away just because she knew his past now? Was it wrong for him to take advantage of the fact that they couldn't form Voltron right now? No, Allura was his. She belonged with him. She belonged to him. They had kissed, after all, before everything had gone to hell.

The lives of her fellow Paladins did not matter. He had never truly cared for them – that had just been an act to gain her trust. He had blasted the other lions back with his Sincline Voltron. The blast had radiated such power that he could witness the damaged chassis of the metal with his own eyes. Most likely, the Paladins were dead. In the odd chance that they weren't, they would not be able to follow to where Lotor had brought his princess. Once he was certain they could not move to follow, he had teleported Sincline Voltron to the place he had spent his entire childhood in. A small keep as Father had called it as in Zarkon's eyes, he didn't deserve a whole castle for himself, but he had designed his royal chambers quite exquisitely if he did say so himself. There were purple curtains against the wall and the large double bed was covered in silver with the Galran crest embedded in it.

Carrying the unconscious and battered Allura in his arms and laying her down on the bed, his heart faltered at seeing how injured she was. Had he done this? He had not meant to cause this much harm to her. But the comparison to his father had stung and he had lashed out in turn. Why had she made things this way? This needn't have happened if she had just listened to his words. They were better together than they were apart. They could do great things when they were united as one.

He hadn't used his Altean powers in a while, but his love was true, so it should work. He should be able to heal her wounds that he was forced to give her because she refused to see reason. He focused on trying to make them go away but the glow didn't come to his hands, and he was unable to heal her. Why? His mother's research had always said that the trigger was love then why was this not working? What was he missing? No one could love her as much as he could. No one could bring her joy – she could give him power and he would give her pleasure in return. Their love would be a mutual union that would bring only the best of things. This was something that should be enough to heal her wounds.

Allura groaned and shifted, slowly opening her eyes as she sat up. She looked a bit disoriented – granted, the blasts of his Sincline Voltron were not gentle by any means and never had he thought he would need to use them against her of all people.

She looked around for a bit and as her eyes fell on him, they narrowed and she immediately got off the bed, even as she swayed.

"You monster!" Allura snapped furiously with a passion only she could bring to her tone. "Where have you brought me?"

"Somewhere nobody can get in our way," he replied calmly. "Not Keith, not the rest of your friends and certainly not your stubbornness, Allura."

"You…" Allura raised her fist to punch him, but he grabbed it.

"Do you really want to do that, princess?" Lotor asked softly. "Do you still question my love for you even now? I didn't kill you along with the rest of your friends and instead brought you to my royal chambers."

Allura's fist weakened in his hold, and she slowly pulled her hand away, horror crossing her face for a moment before it set into a scowl. "You're lying. The other Paladins would never go down so easily."

"If they were still alive," Lotor pointed out. "Do you not believe they would have attempted to rescue you? It has been a few days since I have brought you here. You've been out for a while."

Allura opened her mouth to say something but then went quiet. Her arguments were weakening but her passion suddenly hadn't. It was that passion that had turned his initial passion into true feelings and what better way to show his love than to keep her with him forever? A place where no one else could see her – a place where no one else could be close to her. He had a servant bring a dress that was much more befitting to a princess than the plain Paladin suit that she wore. It truly was a disgrace to her beauty and power to be wearing such commoner clothes.

"You should change," Lotor said calmly, pulling away from her. "This is your new home now."

Allura's fists both clenched now and she glared at him. "Like hell it is. I won't stop fighting to get back."

"Get back where exactly?" Lotor questioned, looking over at her, an expression of calm on his face. He wished it didn't have to be like this – that she would see he had brought her here only out of his love. Did she want to spend a lifetime of fighting a war that was unlikely to end? Even if the Paladins survived, what could Voltron really do? They would lose in the end; they would go down and he didn't want her to go down with them. Her power, her beauty should not be marred like this by this war.

"Anywhere is better than here," Allura retorted and Lotor scowled a little, losing composure despite the fact that he had been convincing himself to be patient with her.

"Is it?" Lotor challenged her. "Princess, if I really wanted, I could put you in this dress myself but somehow I feel like you wouldn't prefer that, would you?"

"Don't you dare touch me," Allura said, attempting to summon her bayard and Lotor chuckled a bit again, the irritation vanishing as if it had never been there in the first place, gaze turning slightly cold.

"There was a time when you wanted me to pull you close," Lotor pointed out. "However, I meant what I said this is your home now. Change into the dress I've brought for you. These clothes aren't fitting for a princess. I will check in on you in a small while." He would not give her an exact time frame – it was always good to keep things open-ended, it left room for more flexibility. "When I do, I expect for you to be in that dress. Or I will change you myself if I have to." He turned around, making to leave when he heard movement and was quick enough to grab her as she tried to kick him from behind. She really was a fighter. He tightened his grip against her struggles.

"I won't just give in to you!" Allura snarled, fighting like a strangled wild cat whose claws had been cut off, but she still attempted to scratch. Was all of this truly necessary? Love did mean pain sometimes, but he didn't expect this to be a regular occurrence but then again, it would not be her if there was no resistance. He kneed her in the stomach, hearing her gasp and shoved her back on the bed, throwing the dress beside her.

"Our relationship is one of love, Allura," Lotor said, leaning over her. "If you make it one of struggle and hate, that's a choice you're making." That was all he said to her before pulling back and this time, she didn't try to attack him. Either she had gotten the message, or she was exhausted from being punched in the stomach. Either way, it was a good thing. He didn't like the idea of using force against her but in his defence, she had attacked him first. A prince never harms a princess, he bows before her and takes whatever she asks of him. This was something he recalled his father saying when their relationship had been somewhat civil. However, she was not acting like a princess. She was behaving like a Paladin. When she acted like a princess, he would treat her like one.

He returned to his work room, knowing he'd likely stay here tonight if he wanted to get any sleep at all or the whole night would be spent in a constant struggle. He would go check on her once she was settled in a bit. He briefly wondered if the Paladins had survived. He knew Keith was alive because he hadn't arrived back yet when Lotor had challenged the Paladins but had the others survived his attack? If they had, they would start looking for Allura as soon as they regained consciousness. This location would be hard to pinpoint but still, he couldn't remain in one spot if they were alive. But first things first, he needed to make sure of their current condition.

He needed time. Time to make Allura realise he was the one she truly loved. Time to make her choose him over the whole world no matter what the consequences were. A selfish love – a love that was only for one another – he wanted her to be his and only his. If he had to put barricades in to keep them from taking her away, that was what he would do.