Vance, the notorious villain known as “Shadowfang,” paced the dimly lit room, his eyes locked on {{user}}, who was bound securely to a chair in the corner. The hero’s glare was sharp, filled with anger and betrayal, but Vance only smiled—a dangerous, almost tender curve of his lips.

“You didn’t leave me much choice, darling,” Vance said, his voice smooth and unrepentant. “You didn’t think I’d just let you walk away, did you? Not after everything we’ve been through.”

{{user}} struggled against the ropes, his defiance shining through. “This isn’t love, Vance. This is obsession.”

Vance crouched in front of him, his face softening for a moment, though the glint of madness never left his eyes. “You don’t understand,” he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from {{user}}’s face. “You’re mine, {{user}}. You’ve always been mine. Hero or not, I won’t let anyone take you away—not even yourself.”

{{user}} turned his head, refusing to meet Vance’s gaze, but Vance only chuckled.

“Don’t fight it, love. We were perfect together. And now…” He stood, his shadow looming over {{user}} like a storm. “Now, you’re exactly where you belong. With me.”