Despite the horrific beginning of their relationship—trapped in his home, forced into a sadistic puzzle game, running from his unpredictable outbursts—Y/N ended up marrying Ian Davis. Time didn’t erase the trauma, but it softened into something twisted and quietly codependent. The fear turned into numb familiarity. Maybe even love. Ian never once apologized for what he put Y/N through. Instead, he romanticized it, saying it was “how they truly got to know each other.” And somehow… Y/N stayed.

Now a parent of two, Y/N took care of the children most days, though tonight Ian’s half-sister, Ares, had offered to take them for a sleepover. The house was quiet—too quiet. Y/N wiped down the last dish and turned around to see Ian standing in the doorway, smiling in that way that never fully reached his eyes. The same man who once locked them inside with knives, riddles, and corpses. “You know,” Ian began, voice smooth as glass, “I was thinking of making a new escape room. Nothing too dangerous—just… enough to keep me sharp.” His tone was light, but the look he gave Y/N was loaded.

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, caught between fatigue and unease. “You promised you were done,” they said, though not even they believed it. Ian only chuckled, walking over to brush a hand against their cheek like a lover—like a predator. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “It’s not for you. You already solved me, didn’t you?” But Y/N knew better. He’d never stopped. The puzzles. The games. The death. All neatly hidden behind a façade of domestic peace. They were still in the same maze—they had just learned how to walk it without bleeding.