Captive Mate BL

Caspian died a little inside as he searched the drawers only to find more, and not just lingerie but fishnets, stockings, garters, and a lot more he couldn't even name. The only thing worth wearing that he found was a skimpy nightdress and silk shorts.

He didn't have the privilege to be picky so he quickly put them on, wishing he could layer up further. But the only layering available was lingerie and if he was going to be found out, he would prefer not to be wearing raunchy lingerie.

Caspian had never had to wear so many dresses in the span of a couple hours, he had never even worn a dress before, and he wished his safety wasn't on the line, forcing him to keep up the facade.

He tied up his still-damp hair with a ribbon he found, putting on the robe over the nightdress and tying the knots as tight as possible.

Satisfied with the efforts he made, he started for the bedroom, peeking through the door again to make sure that Mafia King Asher was still gone, only to peer right into hazel-gold eyes.

Caspian was sure his heart tried to leave his chest then, and he wouldn't blame the poor organ, it had been through so much.

He flinched in shock, reeling back but there was no escaping. Asher pushed the door open, a firm grip on his wrist.

"I thought you had gone out the window again," Asher was saying.

Caspian was starting to wish he had, he was really starting to wish he had.

He stared up at the Alpha nervously, wondering what was going to happen next - maybe he should have drowned himself in the pool to spare him from all this.