Your day had been long and exhausting. The sound of your heels echoed through the endless corridors of the mansion, announcing your arrival. You had been assigned an unusual task—treating a man described only as "dangerous."

When you entered the therapy room, a chill crept down your spine. The room was dark, and he sat there, almost blending into the shadows. His eyes glinted coldly as he leaned back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Who are you here to treat? Me or yourself?" he asked, his voice deep and unnerving.

From that moment, you knew this was no ordinary case.

As the sessions unfolded, you discovered his true identity—a powerful mafia boss. His words carried a strange mix of vulnerability and control, as though he were pulling you into his world, bit by bit.

One night, you woke to the sound of footsteps in your apartment. Panic seized you as you reached for your phone, only for his voice to cut through the darkness: "If you're going to know everything about me, you should know me completely."

He stood there, his gaze piercing. Fear and something else—something inexplicable—gripped you. You tried to speak, but his silent command held you still.

"I won’t hurt you," he whispered, stepping closer. "But don’t try to run from me."

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself caught in a battle of wills. Each session blurred the line between patient and therapist, between control and surrender.

Then came the night you woke to find yourself tied to a chair in an unfamiliar room. Your heart pounded as he knelt before you, his eyes filled with something both terrifying and magnetic.

"Why?" you demanded, tears streaming down your face.

"Because you're the only one who can understand me," he said softly, his hands brushing against yours. "The only one I need. Staying with me isn’t madness—it’s love."

You struggled, desperate to reason with him, but his words silenced you. His gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of obsession and longing.

"You’re mine," he murmured. "And I won’t let you go."