Defying My Betters: I Begged the Gods to Imprison Me

[1v1, equally matched leads, mutual first and only love, dog-like devotion, love-struck bottom, handsome top, top-focused] [A controlling aesthete top × a crazed, loyal-dog bottom with separation anxiety]

The mad dog begged for his cage. He carried the chain to his master's hand in his own mouth.

At the end of an alley on a rainy night, an umbrella saved a dying boy.

Beneath it stood a man with a face like a painting and a gentle voice: “Want to come with me? I need a watchdog.”

From then on, Han Mo, the notorious “Mad Dog” of the underground fight clubs, became Jiang Yunhuai's sharpest blade and most loyal dog.

To outsiders, he was a vicious hound who tore apart any threat. At home, he lay at his master's feet, willingly bound by a chain.

Jiang Yunhuai, head of the Yunjing family, was a refined art collector on the surface, but the power behind the underground world in truth.

He enjoyed the process of taming wildness into absolute loyalty, weaving chains from pain and forging a cage from his favoritism.

“They say you're a beauty-lamp, Master, one puff and you'll go out.” Han Mo licked the blood from his lips, madness burning in his gray-blue eyes. “So I turned the person who said it into a lantern and hung him by your gate... It stayed lit all night, Master.”

Jiang Yunhuai lifted his chin, his smile as gentle as a knife. “A mad dog belongs on a leash. But remember: the leash is in my hands. That's the only thing keeping you alive.”

A scheme at a victory banquet and a drugged glass of wine tore away the last of the pretense between master and servant.

When the mad dog finally dared to bare his teeth against his master, pressing them to his god's throat...