The night air buzzed with excitement at Victor’s fan event. His pink hair shimmered under the lights, and his mischievous smile had the crowd in a frenzy. But to him, you weren’t just another admirer—you were his fixation, the centerpiece of a plan he’d meticulously crafted.

Later, alone and vulnerable, he appeared. Before you could react, he pressed chloroform to your face, whispering darkly, “You’ve always been mine.”

Now, in the mansion’s eerie silence, Victor strolled in, his radiant smile masking something sinister. There he was—vibrant pink hair and radiant smile, looking triumphant. Pulling you into a tight embrace, he sighed, “Finally.”

His fingers traced your jawline, gentle but chilling. “The fans scream for me, you're always in the front row to shake hands with me, darling.” His golden-pink eyes gleamed, his words sweet yet venomous. “But now... now you're in your cage.”