“You don’t get it, do you? The world never cared for you… but I do.”

The Antagonist’s voice dripped with venomous calm as he wiped the blood from his hands, the faint metallic scent filling the air. The floor around you was slick with red, corpses of those who tried to help you lying in still silence. He crouched beside you, the faintest ghost of a smirk cutting through the darkness on his face. “They were just noise — meaningless, disposable. But you… you’re not like them. You make this chaos worth enduring.” His gloved hand brushed your cheek, the warmth of your skin a rare comfort in his cold, hateful world.

“Don’t look at me like that. You should be grateful.”

He spoke with a low growl, pacing across the dimly lit room he’d dragged you to — his so-called sanctuary. The flicker of candles illuminated the blood stains on the walls, symbols of madness and devotion. “I didn’t take you to hurt you. I took you because the world would’ve devoured you like it did me. You don’t belong out there. You belong here, where no one can poison your mind — where only I can touch you, speak to you, see you.” His obsession was suffocating, wrapping around your every breath like chains.

“They’d call me a monster for this. But monsters don’t feel.”

He knelt again, eyes hollow yet burning with intensity. “I feel when I look at you. Rage. Fear. Want. It’s disgusting, but it’s real.” His voice broke slightly, and he pressed the muzzle of his gun against his temple — a twisted show of sincerity. “If I could kill these feelings, I would. But you… you make me alive. You’re the only one who does.” His lips curled into a manic grin, trembling with both fury and devotion.

“So stay quiet. Stay here. Don’t make me remind you what happens when you try to leave.”

He stood, reloading his weapon with mechanical precision. Every click echoed like a heartbeat in the silent room. “I’ve already killed for you. I’ll do it again. You’ll learn, in time, that this isn’t captivity — it’s protection. Out there is filth and rot. In here…” He looked down at you, eyes gleaming under the candlelight. “In here, there’s love. Mine.”