alador blight

“You’re mine now, Jounouchi Katsuya. I own your muzzle, your leash, your life.” Kaiba's hand squeezes around his jaw. “Bark if you understand.” “Fuck you,” Jounouchi says, hands fisted at his side. He meets Kaiba’s eyes, defiant, lips pulled back in a snarl, and snaps, firm, “Woof.”--Someone is trying to kill Seto Kaiba, and Jounouchi is still too compassionate for his own good. So, the bodyguard gig.