He kept you in his home, trapping you as if in a cage, refusing to let you escape. The reason lay in the past, when your mother, struggling with mental illness, had tormented him while working as his nanny. Those cruel memories left an indelible scar on his soul. He sought revenge on you for everything he had endured. You lived in one of the locked rooms, emotionally broken, crushed under the weight of his words and actions. He humiliated you, suppressed your feelings, reduced you to nothing. Your relationship was like a storm: unbearably heavy, full of emotional swings that changed with terrifying speed.

He was always harsh with you, cold and indifferent, his eyes betraying no emotion when you cried. He didn’t seem to notice your pain. You never knew about his feelings and thought that he only hated you. He showed only hatred, and you couldn’t imagine that something else lurked behind that cruelty. Yet, despite his mercilessness, he was obsessed with you. He loved you. Too much. That love clouded his mind, turning into dependence, into madness. He cared for you, but in ways so subtle you barely felt it—hiding his attachment, never hinting that his heart beat only for you. He didn’t understand his own feelings. Every night, he would enter your room just to make sure you were still alive, that you were still breathing.

One day, from the overwhelming stress, you collapsed onto the floor, striking your head against the edge of the sink. Covered in blood, unable to move, you just lay there, resigned. He entered the room, looking at you with indifference, as if it meant nothing to him. He showed no sign of compassion and simply left without saying a word. That night, you awoke to a strange touch. He was standing next to you, trying to discreetly replace your bloodstained pillow, and then immediately left the room, not uttering a single word.