Content Warning:

This arc contains depictions of toxic relationships, emotional abuse, manipulation, cycles of abuse, drugging (love potions/ spells), physical torment, and psychological trauma, implied sexual content, Please proceed with caution if these themes may be triggering for you. Your well-being comes first.


The sun was just beginning to set as Anagan stepped out of the small, plain cottage they were staying in. The air felt different here, heavier, more grounded. It was a far cry from the opulent halls of the castle he now called home. The scent of earth and wood brought back memories—memories he wasn't sure he wanted to revisit.

Anagan's chest tightened as he looked around. He hadn't been back to Earth in years, not since he was a child, a homeless thief scrounging for scraps in the alleys of the cities. Back then, he had nothing and no one, just the cold streets and the ever-present hunger gnawing at his insides. He had survived by being quick, by being cunning, but it was a lonely existence.

Ogron's voice broke through his thoughts, drawing him back to the present. "Nostalgic, aren't we, little rabbit?" The king's tone was deceptively gentle, a subtle undercurrent of something more dangerous hidden beneath the surface.

Anagan forced a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "A bit, yes," he admitted, his voice tinged with melancholy.

Ogron stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, as always. "This place doesn't suit you," he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Anagan's ear. "You belong in the castle, where you can be cared for properly."

Anagan didn't respond, his mind drifting back to the days when he had to fend for himself. Back then, there had been no one to care for him, no one to worry about what he ate or where he slept. But now… now there was Ogron, hovering over his every move, dictating his every action. It was suffocating, yet at the same time, comforting in a way he didn't fully understand.

Seeing the distant look in Anagan's eyes, Ogron leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Anagan felt a warmth spread through him, a dizzying sense of euphoria that erased the tension from his mind. The kiss was like a drug, soothing and addictive, and when Ogron pulled away, Anagan found himself leaning forward, chasing the feeling.

"Better?" Ogron asked, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

Anagan nodded, though a part of him, buried deep, felt uneasy. "Yes… thank you."

"Good," Ogron said, his voice low and velvety. "I want you to feel at ease, Ana. You deserve to be taken care of, to be cherished."

The words were sweet, too sweet, and Anagan couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. But the haze from the kiss lingered, clouding his thoughts and making it hard to focus on anything other than the warmth Ogron provided.

As they walked back inside the cottage, Ogron's hand on the small of his back, Anagan felt a strange mix of emotions. The cottage was small, plain, and unremarkable, yet there was something about its simplicity that he found relaxing. It was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the castle, to the constant demands of being by Ogron's side.

But Ogron didn't seem to share his sentiments. "This place is hardly fitting for us," he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of disdain. "We should leave soon, but… I think we could stay a little longer. I want to play with my Ana doll."

Anagan tensed at the words, the possessive way Ogron spoke about him like he was a plaything, something to be toyed with. He opened his mouth to protest, but the memory of the kiss, the way it had made him feel so calm, so at peace, stopped him.

Instead, he simply nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "…Do as you please."

Ogron's smile widened, and he pulled Anagan close, wrapping his arms around him in a possessive embrace. "That's my good little rabbit," he purred, pressing another kiss to Anagan's temple.

As they stood there, Ogron holding him close, Anagan couldn't help but wonder why he felt so conflicted. The kisses were comforting, the words were kind, yet something inside him felt wrong, off-kilter. It was as if he was losing a part of himself, bit by bit, every time he let Ogron take control.

But the warmth, the comfort… it was hard to resist. Hard to say no when every kiss made the world seem a little less harsh, a little less lonely.

And so, Anagan let himself be held, let himself be soothed, even as the nagging voice in the back of his mind warned him that this wasn't right, that he was losing himself to Ogron's control.

But for now, the warmth was enough to quiet the doubts, enough to make him forget, if only for a little while.

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The carriage jolted along the dirt path, its wheels kicking up small clouds of dust as it rumbled through the outskirts of the village. The path seemed to stretch endlessly into the countryside, leading them to what felt like the middle of nowhere. Ogron sat beside Anagan, his posture relaxed, as if this rugged journey was an adventure he relished.

Anagan, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery, couldn't shake the unease settling in his chest. He turned to Ogron, his voice edged with concern. "Earth is different from the Magic Dimension, I feel you should know. Same-sex partnerships …. aren't always accepted here."

Ogron's eyes darkened, and a cold smile curled on his lips. "Oh? It seems you think I need a warning. How quaint." His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. "Certainly this isn't a question of my authority, is it little rabbit?"

Anagan's stomach tightened. He hadn't intended to challenge Ogron but simply to ensure their safety. "I'm just trying to—"

"Trying to what?" Ogron interrupted, his hand gripping Anagan's knee with a possessive firmness. "Trying to undermine me? I assure you,—I will touch you, kiss you, wherever and whenever I see fit." He narrowed his eyes, but smiled a sickly sweet smile, "All because I love you, I would want the world to know I love you."

The intensity of Ogron's gaze made Anagan shiver. He tried to press on, but his words faltered under the weight of the king's stare. "People have been imprisoned for same-sex relationships here...I just thought you should be careful."

Ogron's face remained a mask of smooth, deceptive calm. "Careful? It sounds like you're more concerned about the opinions of these Earthlings than my well-being." He leaned closer, his breath warm against Anagan's ear. "You're mine, Ana, no matter what the world thinks."

Before Anagan could respond, Ogron silenced him with a forceful kiss. The kiss was heady and overwhelming, leaving Anagan in a fog of euphoria. The lingering effects of the kiss muddled his thoughts, making it hard for him to argue or voice his concerns.

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The carriage finally came to a halt in a secluded field. A tall, muscular farmer with striking blonde hair worked diligently nearby. Ogron's gaze lingered on the farmer, his eyes widening with admiration.

"Well isn't he dashing," the king laughed at his own reaction.

Anagan's heart sank, a pang of jealousy hitting him as he observed the king's fascination. Ogron's charm offensive began immediately. He approached the farmer with an exaggerated grace, extending his hand in a grand gesture. "Greetings! I am King Ogron of the magic dimension, and this is my companion, Anagan. However, I prefer you regard him as Ana."

The farmer regarded them with a steady, unimpressed gaze. "Is that your name?"

Anagan glanced at Ogron, uncomfortable with the formal introduction but resigned. He had insisted on being called Ana, yet the king's use of his full name seemed to underscore his dominance.

Ogron's eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction at this display of control. "Yes, Ana. We're here to find Gantlos. I trust you know where he might be?"

The farmer nodded, his demeanor unchanging. "Follow me."

As they followed the farmer into a nearby barn, Anagan struggled to regain his composure. The haze from Ogron's kiss still clouded his thoughts, making it hard for him to voice his concerns or even think clearly.

Ogron's hand remained possessive on Anagan's back, a constant reminder of his dominance. The contrast between the king's grandiose charm and the farmer's unyielding stoicism made Anagan feel increasingly unsettled.

Inside the barn, the tension between Ogron's overbearing presence and Anagan's growing discomfort was palpable. Anagan's jealousy and frustration simmered beneath the surface as he awaited their next move, feeling both like an outsider and a pawn in Ogron's grand plan.