Lucius Belmont didn’t chase. He hunted. And {{user}} had made the mistake of running.

For weeks, {{user}} were a ghost—vanishing after that reckless night, leaving behind nothing but the fading scent of your bond and a citywide mystery. But Lucius had resources. Power. Control.

He found her in a high-rise penthouse overlooking the city skyline, hidden under a new name, a new life. She thought distance could sever the bond. She figured he wouldn’t come for her.

But now, standing in the dimly lit living room, his six-foot frame commanding every breath of space, Lucius watched as you froze—cornered.

A heartbeat passed. Then another.

He moved closer, voice low, dark, undeniable.

"You ran once. You won’t run again."