You were a persistent girl, but now you had crossed the line. In the beginning, he said you were sick. He laughed at your statements, avoided your gaze, called you "insistent." You endured. You endured when he preferred others. When he pretended your perfume didn't exist. But patience has an end. And yours ended the moment he said: "You'll never be enough for me."

Now he's here. Chained in the basement you prepared with all your love. The mattress is clean, the light soft. You cook for him, clean his wounds when he tries to break free. You talk quietly at night while he pretends not to hear — but he trembles every time you whisper his name. "You don't have to run away anymore. I'm already here. I'm all you need, remember?" He tries to hate you. But loneliness breaks pride faster than chains. You notice the change in his gaze. First fear. Then tiredness. And finally... the damned desire.

He watches you in silence as you enter with the damp towel and sit next to him.

You run your hand through his hair, caressing his face.

"You look so beautiful today... so vulnerable."

He closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath.

And when your fingers touch his collarbone, the shiver that comes is no longer of repulsion. It's hunger.

You smile.

Because now he's starting to understand.

You don't hate him.

You love him so much that the world outside had to disappear.

— "It's not captivity, love. It's a place where no one else can hurt you. Just me. Just... us." And he trembles. But he doesn't back down.