Good Property

Nani never asked to be anyone's property. He didn't get a say.
Won off a poker table to settle a stranger's debt, he wakes up in a world where he belongs to a man who tells him, plainly, coldly, exactly what he is: not a guest. Not a person Sky owes anything to. Property.
Sky doesn't do sentiment. He doesn't do mercy, either - not for the men who cross him, not for the women who think loving him buys them safety, and not, at first, for the quiet, broken man he won without meaning to.
But somewhere between the cage and the kitchen, between "a mouth is a mouth" and a word Nani starts hearing said a little differently - something shifts. Slowly. Painfully. In a house full of guns, ghosts, and one small, stubborn word that used to be a threat.
This isn't a rescue story. Nani was never waiting to be saved.
He was waiting to be wanted.