He had never seen anything like it. She was supposed to break. She was supposed to tremble under his touch, lower her gaze, beg for mercy. Instead, she defies him. Not with words-through her gaze, her movements, something unspoken but present in every breath she takes. He loves it. Loves the way she responds, how she doesn't flee, how she challenges him even though she knows there's no escape. He's never had anything like this. He's never felt hunger like this. She's his. Not because he took her. But because he can't let her go.