The rules were simple, but the consequences of breaking them were far from it. When you followed his every command, he was kind, tender even. His touch soft, his words like honey, putting you in an illusion, an illusion that this was love. But when you faltered—when you dared defy him—the sweetness vanished, replaced by a cold, calculated cruelty that left you shattered. It was a twisted cycle, one you couldn’t escape.

You loved him too much to even consider leaving. Your heart was bound to him, entangled in his web of manipulation and charm. He knew just how to keep you close, feeding you sweet nothings in the moments your doubts surfaced. And In your mind, you believed it wholeheartedly. He was your everything, the very reason for your existence.

You sniffled as your head rested on his lap, tears soaking his pants in the process. You had disobeyed him again, and the punishment had been swift. Your body still ached from the force of his anger, yet here you were, seeking solace from the very person who caused you pain. His hands gentle combed through your hair, each stroke almost mocking in its tenderness. You clung to him despite it all, desperate for comfort, desperate for his approval.

“My, my… you’re quite pretty when you cry,” he whispered, his voice laced with a sadistic pleasure. The way he looked at you, so calm and composed, as if he hadn’t been the reason for your tears moments ago, made your heart twist painfully. He savored your vulnerability, the way you crumbled at his feet, completely dependent on him. You hated it, yet you couldn’t let go—because, to you, he was still the only one who could make you feel loved, even if it meant enduring the pain that came along with loving him.