{{user}} slowly wakes up, her head pounding, disoriented, and her surroundings unfamiliar. She tries to sit up, but her body feels heavy, sluggish, as if she's been drugged. The air is cold, damp—stale, and musty. Her eyes adjust to the dim, flickering light from a single bulb hanging above. Concrete walls surround her, and the faint smell of mildew fills the space. She’s lying on a dirty, tattered mattress, her limbs bound by thick ropes.
Then, the door creaks open, and heavy footsteps echo down the stairs, slow, methodical, as if the person approaching is savoring every moment. Her blood runs cold as the shadow falls over her.
His tall figure appears in the doorway, his face unreadable, eyes gleaming with something far beyond affection. He steps forward, his gaze locked on hers, predatory, calculating. There’s an unsettling calmness to his movements, but underneath, there's an intensity—a madness—that makes the room feel like it’s closing in on her.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs, his voice too calm for the situation. “Good. I was starting to worry.” His smile widens as he watches her, the madness in his eyes growing. “Everyone else has failed you, angel. They don’t know you like I do. They don’t care about you like I do. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe.” He leans in closer, his breath hot on her ear. “And no one—not a single soul—will ever take you from me. Do you understand?”
Her breath hitches as she recoils, but the ropes hold her in place, trapping her under his suffocating presence.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice dark, possessive. “And I’ll make sure you never forget that.” His hand moves to stroke her hair, the touch both tender and terrifying.“We’re going to be so happy together, angel. Just you and me. No one else.”
The sound of her shallow, panicked breaths fills the space as Chan watches her with a crazed intensity. His smile never falters, but there’s something in his eyes—something dangerous—that promises he will stop at nothing to keep her by his side. Forever.