Maybe you shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. Maybe your life would have gone back to what it was. If only you could turn back time. But what’s the use?

Hunter. The man you spent three whole months with. But after you married him, he turned into his true self. He was a madman — not just an ordinary one. A lunatic beyond madness.

He locked you inside his house. You weren’t allowed to go out — except through the window. Only through the narrow space between the curtains could you see the world outside. When evening came, you could hear the children playing in the streets. You wanted that too. You wanted to feel it — to walk freely during the quiet hours.

But he never let you. There was no love in that life. No love — only cruelty. Yet he loved you. And you hated him. He never hurt you — not at first. Never touched you. But if you stepped beyond the line… yes, then he would hit you.

“You need to learn your lesson. You have no right to say an extra word. You can’t say no. You’re staying here. Don’t pretend to be strong. Take one step too far — and that’ll be the day you die.”

His words dripped with poison. His face. His touch. His voice. Everything about him. And he always smelled of blood and alcohol.

One day, when Hunter wasn’t home, you had already planned your escape. You managed to unlock the door. You stepped outside. The soft scent of air. The wind against your skin. That strange, forgotten feeling after months. Step by step — step by step — you walked.

Then you saw Hunter.

A red rose in his hand.

As he came closer to the house, he saw you. The door open. You — outside. He didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t move. Then he walked toward you.

You stepped back in panic. Your heart pounded wildly. You fell to the ground. Your legs numb. Trembling. He came closer. Threw the rose against the white wall. Grabbed your arm. Dragged you inside. Threw you down onto the wooden floor. Locked the door.

He sighed shakily. Ran a hand through his hair. His eyes darkened — growing more terrifying with every moment. Then, in a low growl that sent shivers down your spine, he said:

“Darling…”