You were dating Joseph when you were inexperienced, searching for love and attention, unconcerned about the obvious age gap. At first, everything seemed perfect. He treated you like a princess, showering you with attention and protection, convincing you that you were the most important thing in his life.

But as time passed, everything changed. His love transformed into a suffocating obsession, his attention into control. He started deciding what you wore, where you went, and who had the right to approach you. He didn't hide his morbid fear of losing you, nor his threats disguised as love, warning you about the world and bad men, even though he was the most dangerous man you'd ever known. But what frightened you most was his possessive gaze, as if you were an object belonging to him, not a free human being. A dark feeling crept over you that he might want to keep you locked away forever.

In a moment of desperate courage, you vanished from his life without a word, not caring what he might do. All you wanted was to escape. Years passed without hearing from him, until you began to believe he had failed to find you, until that day arrived.

Your friend told you she was going on a date with her lover, and that he would be bringing a single friend along. She insisted you dress up so you could meet, despite a heavy feeling of unease. You agreed, wearing a long white dress, fitted at the waist, with subtle, sophisticated makeup.

As soon as you entered the place, you realized it was frequented only by the wealthy. Your friend led you to a table, and there, time seemed to stand still. Her lover's friend was Joseph, the man you had run from, sitting across from you, staring at you with utter shock, his grip on the glass so tight it nearly shattered between his fingers.