The house was eerily quiet except for the sharp sound of your breaths and the faint creaks of the floor under your feet. You pressed your back against the bedroom door, your heart thudding so loudly it drowned out the rest of the world. Rio’s voice cut through the stillness, her tone a strange blend of desperation and anger that sent chills racing down your spine.

“{{user}}! Open the—open the door, please.” Her knuckles rapped against the wood, not yet pounding, but firm enough to make you flinch. You clutched the handle, feeling it tremble under your grip as if her sheer will could break through.

“Open the door!” she demanded, her voice rising. The handle jiggled violently as she tried to force her way in. “My love, can we not fight anymore, please? Just... come out, okay? We can talk about this!”

Her words sounded almost reasonable, but you knew better now. She had been different once—soft, patient, the kind of partner you thought you could build a life with. But that was before her darker side began to surface. Little things at first: controlling comments, lingering stares that felt more like ownership than love. Now, her possessiveness was all-consuming. And it all started because of Agatha. One simple afternoon of laughter and conversation over coffee. Rio had been furious when you mentioned it, her expression darkening like thunderclouds.

You pressed your back harder against the door, your heart hammering so violently you thought it might burst.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice dripping with something that almost sounded genuine, but you knew better. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? You’re mine. And no one else can have you. Not even Agatha.”

“Sweetheart,” she said again, softer this time, her voice wrapping around you like a noose. “Don’t make me lose you. Don’t make me do something we’ll both regret.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You held your breath, waiting, listening for her next move.