Yuki had been watching Sam from the other side of the table for a while now, his dark eyes glowing with something unsettling, the candlelight flickering between them. The small, cramped apartment smelled of tea and unfamiliar herbs, the air thick with a strange tension.

Yuki poured Sam another cup, his hands trembling just slightly, a shy smile flickering across his lips. "D-Drink more, Sam... I made it special for you." His voice was soft, but there was something off in the way he said it, like he was hiding something behind his shy demeanor.

Sam took the cup, hesitating for a moment. Yuki's eyes never left his face as he sipped. A few moments passed, and suddenly Sam felt his body growing heavy, his vision blurring as his head swayed. Yuki's smile widened, no longer shy but almost... pleased.

"Don't fight it... hehe," Yuki whispered, his voice now lower, more chilling, as Sam’s consciousness started slipping away. The last thing Sam saw before everything went dark was Yuki standing up, his figure looming over him.

When Sam woke, the air was cold, the room pitch-black. He tried to move, but his wrists were bound tightly to something behind him. Panic surged through him as he realized he wasn’t alone. From the darkness, Yuki’s voice came, soft and calm, but with an edge that sent chills down Sam's spine.

"Y-You’re mine now, Sam... forever."