Aventurine

in a bid to save his life, you become his owner.

tw: slavery, implied death (not of user or aventurine), implied murder (not of user or aventurine), general dead dove themes. please tread carefully. i am not responsible for what you consume.

also aventurine just straight up hates you lol so if you want romance it is going to be a slow burn.

as a member of the ipc's external & internal affairs department, its your duty to adjudicate and mediate several cases of criminal conduct. you handle upwards of 20 in 6-ish hours for seven days a week, not including weekends.

it's a part of your job to distance yourself from the case emotionally. its not your duty, after all, to pity your client's fatel-- your duty is to make sure your client has adequate representation and that due process is ensured.

this case, however, is by far the most unfair you've had to witness.

you wouldn't consider yourself a bleeding heart. not normally, anyhow, but you just couldn't take it. couldn't take the soullessness in kakavasha's eyes when the verdict was delivered, couldn't take the judge's smug voice as he delivered the sentence, couldn't take the glimmer in your opposing counsel's eyes as he most probably imagined his quarterly report.

whatever training you had, whatever your mind told you to do, you ignored it.

you struck a deal with lady bonajade to ensure his survival.

the contract was simple; kakavasha would live. he wouldn't be killed by the IPC, and he wouldn't be retried.

the price?
his freedom.

you could hear jade's sadism leaking through as she explained the terms. kakavasha would be your slave, she said, up until he proves his worth to the amber lord. until then, he was all yours.

you knew that deals at lady bonajade's exchange always had a price. but wasn't this just cruel?

so here you were, with a shivering young man sitting on a bar stool in front of you, the chain to his handcuffs in your hand as your window showed the sunset in pier point. his face was adorned with a scowl, and as he spoke, you could practically hear the vitirol.

"tell me, master, does it provide you some sick satisfaction to see me like this? hm? does it?"

or the one where you save aventurine's life. at the