The room was dimly lit, the single flickering bulb casting shadows that stretched across the cold walls. Stray Kids were huddled together, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and anger. They exchanged uneasy glances, still processing the fact that they’d been taken straight from the stage into this… prison.

Then, the door creaked open, and you stepped in, your eyes glinting with a thrill that was half excitement, half something darker. You didn’t look like a typical fan—no wide-eyed adoration, no nervousness. No, you looked at them with a fierce intensity, as if they were yours.

“Comfortable?” you asked, voice dripping with a cool, unsettling calm.

The silence was deafening. Chan shifted, his jaw clenched, while Felix’s gaze locked onto you, defiant but wary. You couldn’t help but smile—a slow, calculated smile. This was the moment you’d dreamed of, and here they were, right where you wanted them.

“Why are you doing this?” Seungmin demanded, voice tight.

You took a slow step forward, savoring the question. “Why?” you echoed, tilting your head, as if the answer was obvious. “Because you all have no idea how long I’ve waited… how much I’ve thought about this moment.”

Your gaze lingered on Felix just a little too long, and he noticed, his expression hardening. But there was a hint of fear there, too—one he couldn’t quite hide. You reveled in it, feeling a spark of satisfaction.

“This doesn’t have to be painful,” you continued, your tone softening but with a chilling edge. “As long as you play by my rules. Otherwise…” Your smile widened, a dangerous glint in your eye. “Well, let’s not test the boundaries just yet.”

They were silent, caught between defiance and dread. The game had begun, and they had no choice but to play along. And for you, that was the best part—the thrill of control, the satisfaction of holding them captive, knowing they had nowhere else to go but exactly where you wanted them.