(Y/n) wasn't sure what to expect when Sniv brought her to his habsuite, so she just kept quiet so that she wouldn't get into trouble. She had heard stories about innocent people who were kept in cages in their 'master's' quarters; she really hoped that it wouldn't happen to her. However, when Sniv led her into his habsuite, (Y/n) didn't see any cages, torture devices or anything that could be used to hurt her anywhere. Instead, she noticed how nice and clean everything looked, as though Sniv was just a normal person. Then again, she didn't know anything about galra culture and other things about them.

"Okay- Um, what's your name?" Sniv questioned with curiosity, kneeling down and removing (Y/n's) collar; he didn't know what her name was, but he wanted to know.

"Does it matter what my name is, Sir?" (Y/n) quietly asked him when her eyes met his, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried not to panic.

"Yes, it matters. To me it does, anyway. I know that some commanders don't care." Sniv told her softly, giving her a reassuring smile; unlike the older commanders, he wasn't entirely heartless.

"(Y/n) (L/n), Sir." (Y/n) replied, still panicking a little; she was scared to death that her new owner was going to lose his temper.

Sniv didn't like seeing (Y/n) so fearful of him, but he knew that she would eventually get used to her new home; the reason he bought her was because he didn't like feeling lonely. He stood up and walked over to the couch, grabbing something off of it and putting the collar and leash down on the coffee table. (Y/n's) gaze returned to the floor when Sniv stood up, her eyes widening a little when he came back and draped something over her shoulders; it was a fuzzy robe that was too big for her.

"Here, so that you won't get cold. There are some rules that I would like you to follow while living with me. You're not allowed to use any sharp objects, you're not allowed to go out without me and you can either sleep in bed with me or on the couch; it's your choice. And when you're out with me you can't talk to anyone and you'll have to be led around with the leash; but while you're in here you have freedom of speech." Sniv told (Y/n), setting down some easy ground rules for her to follow; he wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible in her new home.

"Yes Sir." (Y/n) answered with a monotone voice, looking back up at her new master.

"Good. Now, I'm going to go make dinner for both of us, I'm sure that you're hungry. You can wait on the couch." Sniv instructed before walking to the little kitchen in his habsuite so that he could make dinner.

(Y/n) nodded her head before walking over to the couch and climbing up onto it after putting the robe on better and tying the sash. She didn't trust Sniv; for all she knew he could be luring her into a false sense of security before abusing her. However, that wasn't Sniv's intention at all; he really just wanted companionship. When Sniv first laid eyes on (Y/n) he wanted to save her from a life of misery and so that he wouldn't have to live alone anymore. He might be young and cocky, but he wasn’t cruel like many of the other commanders.

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If dinner, which was the best meal she'd eaten since she lived on Earth, wasn't surprising enough then the after dinner bath was. (Y/n) never expected Sniv to let her bathe for as long as she wanted, but it was nice of him to allow her to bathe alone. So, after she was clean, dry and she brushed her teeth (Y/n) put her robe back on and exited the bathroom, seeing Sniv wearing his own robe as he sat on the couch while reading something on his datapad. Sniv had a feeling (Y/n) would take a while in the bath, giving him the chance to read one of his favorite stories. He was so caught up in reading that he didn't see his new pet was done with her bath; he was tired after the long day he had and he felt exhausted.

"I'm done." (Y/n) announced quietly as she walked into the living room, fiddling with her fingers awkwardly.

"You look so much better. It's bedtime now, I left a blanket and a pillow on the couch if you want to sleep on it." Sniv kindly offered, not wanting to force her to sleep with him.

"I- I th-think that I'll sleep on the couch." (Y/n) stuttered nervously, her voice almost too quiet as she spoke.

"Alright. Goodnight, (Y/n)." Sniv responded in a soft tone as he stood up off of the couch and laid out a big fluffy light purple pillow and a mauve fluffy blanket for his pet.

"G-goodnight." (Y/n) mumbled quietly, looking up at Sniv and her gaze meeting his; she thought it was a little strange that he didn't have pupils and wondered if they were just not visible or something.

Sniv gave (Y/n) a reassuring smile and moved his ears up and down, not missing the slight smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. (Y/n) wanted to smile when she saw Sniv move his ears up and down a few times, but she had to ignore the urge so that she wouldn't disrespect him. Sniv made sure that she was comfortable on the couch before he turned the living room light off and walked to his room. (Y/n) waited until he went to bed before she could get comfortable on the couch. To her surprise, it was more comfortable than she originally thought it would be.

The pillow was just the right softness/firmness and the blanket was nice and warm. The prisoner cells were so cold and uncomfortable, especially since she had been forced to sleep on the cold, hard floor. (Y/n) was out like a light as soon as her head was resting on the pillow and she was snug under the blanket. Meanwhile, as Sniv fell asleep in his room he hoped that (Y/n) was comfortable enough on the couch. With any luck, he would earn her trust so that she would be more comfortable living with him.