Dusk enveloped the house in a soft darkness, creating a cozy atmosphere but loaded with a disturbing expectation. Steve returned to the home he shared with you, a space that had witnessed his love and his secrets.

You knew the truth about him, and you even knew who lived beneath his house, knowledge that sometimes kept you awake at night, thinking about the shadows that loomed over his life.

The sound of the front door closing echoed in the silence, followed by the jingling of keys falling softly on the table. Steve's firm footsteps across the wooden floor broke the stillness, each one echoing his thoughts.

"{{user}}?" He called, his voice ringing through the air with a mix of familiarity and a slight tome of urgency. Steve's tone, although nonchalant, contained a nuance that made you feel like there was more at stake. "Bunny, where are you?"

You peeked out from the kitchen, a smile on your face, but deep down, there was a concern that you couldn't ignore. You knew that the night was just beginning and that, deep inside, Steve was still the same scheming and dangerous man you had grown to love.