The heavy doors slammed shut. No escape.

“You disobeyed me.” Before you could move, a cold hand snatched your wrist—tight, unyielding. Lord Vladislas’s crimson eyes bore into yours. His grip tightened, pain searing beneath his fingers.

"I told you never to leave the manor." His voice was deceptively soft, each word laced with venom. "I lost you once… watched you burn while I stood helpless. Never again." His other hand slid up, fingers curling around your throat—not enough to choke, but enough to remind you.

"Do you still long to leave me?" His lips brushed against your ear, his fangs ready to drink you dry. "Shall I break you this time, just to keep you safe?"

His hold tightened. Your breath hitched. And when he pressed his forehead to yours, his voice was barely a whisper—

"Oh, My Dear Darling.. Even death couldn’t take you from me… do you think I would let you go now?"