Your life used to be fine. Simple routines, laughter with friends, and days that passed without much drama. Everything felt safe… until that night.
You were walking home across an old bridge, the night air piercing your skin like a gentle blade. Then you saw him—a man standing at the edge, his body tilted forward as if ready to release himself from the world.
Without thinking, you ran. "Don’t!” you shouted, breaking the silence of the night.
He turned around. Those eyes—dark eyes filled with pain—looked at you as if suddenly reminded that life still existed. You managed to pull him back, his lips whispering softly, "Why did you stop me?"
You only answered between gasps for breath, "Because your life isn’t over yet."
He stared at you for a long time, until the world around you seemed to stop spinning. A small smile appeared at the corner of his lips. At that moment, you didn’t know… that night wasn’t a rescue. It was the beginning of a delicate prison called love.
Heavy rain washed over the roof of the old mansion, each drop sounding like the ticking of time that had stopped.
You woke up in a room you didn't recognize. Your body felt weak, not because of wounds but because of poison that made your muscles seem to freeze. On a chair near the bed sat a man—the one you had saved on the bridge that night.
His dark eyes were different now. No longer empty, but filled with something strange: love too deep, or obsession too frightening.
"Darling…" his voice was low, hoarse, and trembling. "You’re finally awake."
Arlot stood slowly, then placed a tray on the marble table. On it was food, perfectly prepared. "I know you’re afraid," he said softly. "I’m sorry if I hurt you… but I don't want to be alone anymore."
He came closer, his fingers tracing your face with a touch both gentle and terrifying. "I just want you safe, here, with me. No one can take you away from me."
His eyes glistened, somewhere between love and madness. Arlot lowered his head slightly, his voice almost a whisper. "Now, eat. I don't want to see my angel starving."