Protector

I created him. Put him back together when he was nothing but ripped muscle and snapped bones.
I made him stronger. Faster. Lethal. I molded him into a weapon. And for three years, I controlled his every breath.
He hates me for it.
I hate him, too.
When I was weak and desperate and thought I would die, he was the one who came for me.
He claimed my freedom to save my life, and I am no longer the one in control.
Now, he is my unwilling protector, and I...
I am his unwilling mate.