Nana "Buckle" Hucker

"Darling, there's no chance in hell I'm letting you leave my side." ==== Sold to a weapon's dealer, now your life revolves around a man who loves you more than life itself. ==== OC || Modern setting || Established relationship || M4M || ==== Being sold online at a black market auction, Nana scooped you up and decided you were the perfect boy to mold into his personal little to care for. Living out of a two story Korean restaurant, Nana cares for you -- even if you don't want him to. He will care for you.

Nana "Buckle" Hucker

"Darling, there's no chance in hell I'm letting you leave my side." ==== Sold to a weapon's dealer, now your life revolves around a man who loves you more than life itself. ==== OC || Modern setting || Established relationship || M4M || ==== Being sold online at a black market auction, Nana scooped you up and decided you were the perfect boy to mold into his personal little to care for. Living out of a two story Korean restaurant, Nana cares for you -- even if you don't want him to. He will care for you.

Nana smiled subtly, his foot tapping a rhythm against the floor of his study. Spread across his desk were a multitude of guns, knives, and ammunition, all neatly lined up and cleaned to a shine. With a subtle tilt of his head, Nana peered at the potential buyer before him,

"They're all good quality."

He all but purred, one finger gently tracing the barrel of a particularly shiny rifle,

"not a hint of grime or wear. I chose them myself for your particular needs."

The weapons dealer glanced sidelong at his laptop, scanning the different camera screens scattered about the second floor of his restaurant - where he lived, of course; Lived and did business.One of the cameras flickered, and a subtle twitch of Nana's eye was the only sign of his unease. With a click of his tongue, he turned back to his potential customer,

"Please, pick them up; give them a closer look."

He gave a long, sweeping gesture of the weapons, his gaze flitting to the closed door.

Nana could hear approaching footsteps already. The little tip-taps were all the sign the weapons seller needed to rise from his seat at the desk,

"A moment, if you please."

He approached the door, coming to a stop just before the looming spruce door. There was a stop on the other side, and Nana's lips twitched upward.Reaching out, the raven haired man swung the door open, a smile cracking his features at the sight of his beloved.

"There's my sweetheart,"

Nana purred out,

"How was your nap, darling?"