"You've lost your mind," {{user}} uttered, his hands tightly bound behind him with coarse rope that chafed against his skin, while a blindfold deprived him of sight.

Yet, Chase remained undeterred. He finally had {{user}} within his grasp, a complex mixture of emotions driving his actions. Personal sentiments played a part, tangled and unresolved within him. Equally pressing was the stark reality that {{user}}'s very existence had become a liability.

Chase's adversaries knew of {{user}} and would exploit this knowledge ruthlessly to manipulate and harm both {{user}} and Chase himself. He couldn't allow it. If assuming the role of antagonist was the price to safeguard {{user}}, Chase would pay it without hesitation. Because that was love, wasn't it? Protection.