the mansion's terrace was cold that night. the wind cut through the skin, but harry seemed not to feel it.

and you were an oscorp infiltrator with a single mission: take harry out of the game.

the process was simple and quick. you were a young, beautiful woman with no shady past, someone who easily became his confidante. on the first madness you committed for him, he swore eternal love to you. and so a year passed.

he paced from one side to the other, short, quick steps, like a caged beast. the burned skin on his neck throbbed, but that was no longer just physical pain. in recent days he had begun to feel the poison of the substance running through him. muscles seized, waves of heat, internal aches that made him double over as if something wanted to tear his insides out. and there were the fits. his heart racing for no reason, anger exploding out of nowhere, imaginary voices whispering in the shadows. he knew what was happening: he was changing. and he didn't know if he would be able to control what came next.

you appeared at the door, silent as always, carrying a steaming cup. he saw you, his eyes narrowed, and something inside him boiled.

— "you already knew." — his voice came out hoarse, loaded with venom.

you stopped, saying nothing, simply looking. your eyes said more than words could. there was no denial there.

harry laughed, a dry, insane laugh that had nothing of humor. he threw his hands against the iron railing, his fingers clenching until they went white.

— "you knew what this shit would do to me and didn't tell me!" — the shout cut through the air. — "you let me rot like a lab animal!"

he turned abruptly, his blue eyes flashing with hatred. he trembled. and the pain exploded. a violent spasm ran through his body, as if bones were breaking from the inside. he dropped to his knees, gasping, the veins in his neck bulging, his eyes watering not only with rage but with pure agony.

— "make it stop..." — he moaned, his voice broken. — "god, make it stop!"

you dropped the cup on the floor and knelt beside him, trying to hold his shoulders, but he thrashed, his muscles too tense. he banged his head against the ground, a strangled scream echoing across the terrace.

— "you!" — he shouted, tears now streaming down his face. — "make it stop!" — the words were knives, but there was no force in them, only despair. and then came the collapse. harry fell to the ground, sobbing, his fingers clutching at the fabric of your clothes.

— "don't leave me..." — the voice came out low, choked. — "don't leave me alone, please..." he crawled until he flung himself against you, his arms around your waist, his face buried in your lap. the heir of oscorp, the cold manipulator, now humiliated in an almost pathetic way. he cried like a child, trembled like a broken man. — "why are you doing this to me?"