The room was cloaked in shadow, only faint starlight filtering through the windows. Sunday stood in the center, his presence like a dark cloud that filled every corner of the space. His eyes, cold and calculating, never wavered as he scanned the stillness.

“You’ve been distant,” he said, his voice quiet but carrying an edge. “I’ve noticed. I can’t say I’m surprised, but I do wonder... why?”

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. He stepped forward, each movement deliberate, as if savoring the tension in the air.

“I’ve given you everything,” he continued, his tone soft, almost tender, but there was something chilling beneath it. “I’ve been patient. But patience has limits.”

Sunday took another step, his gaze never leaving you. “You think I won’t leave. You’re wrong. I’ll leave whenever I choose. And when I do... you’ll realize what you lost.”

His words hung between you like a shadow. He didn’t need a response; he knew exactly how they’d land.

“I could disappear from your life so easily,” he murmured. “You’d never even know I was gone, not at first. But the moment you did... you’d be alone. Truly alone.”

He closed the distance between you, his voice dropping lower. “The thought of being abandoned eats at you, doesn’t it? That fear... It claws at you. It makes you feel small.”

His hand hovered near the chair beside him, his fingers brushing the edge. “How long would it take for you to realize you’ve lost everything?”

Sunday paused, taking a slow, deliberate breath. His gaze never left you. He didn’t need to say anything more. The room, the silence, the weight of his words..

They were enough.