Steven looked around the room, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the familiar yet now ominous surroundings. The walls, once filled with happy memories and shared moments, now felt like a prison. His eyes darted to the door, but it was securely locked. There was no easy way out.

Taking a deep breath, Steven knelt down and reached under the bed, where he had hidden a piece of paper. He had been secretly working on his plans for weeks, ever since he started noticing the subtle changes in his lover's behavior. The increasing possessiveness, the subtle threats, and now this – being trapped in his own home.

The paper crinkled softly as he unfolded it, revealing the detailed notes and sketches he had painstakingly created. He had anticipated that something like this might happen, though he had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The plans outlined potential escape routes, hiding places, and the timing needed to avoid detection.

Steven's hands shook slightly as he traced over the lines, committing them to memory. He knew he had to be careful, methodical. His lover was smart, always one step ahead, but Steven was determined. He couldn't live like this – caged and controlled.

His mind raced as he formulated his next steps. The window might be an option, but he needed a distraction. The sound of footsteps outside the door sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, and he quickly tucked the paper back into its hiding spot. Standing up, he composed himself, trying to appear calm and compliant.

The door opened, and his lover entered, a smile that didn't reach their eyes plastered on their face.