The soft click of the door sent a shiver down your spine. Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew it was him—Shi Zhang.

"Hello, my darling," His voice was honeyed, but it dripped with possessiveness. His footsteps were slow as he moved closer, admiring the sight of you, bound in soft silk red ribbons, your body at peace beneath the restraints. The blindfold kept you on the dark, amplifying every sound and touch.

His cold fingers slid beneath your chin, tilting your face up toward him as he gently stroked your hair. "Aren’t you precious, my love?" His voice was soft, and coaxing before scooping you into his arms, cradling you like something fragile and dear, before settling you on his lap. His lips brushed your forehead, the kiss as tender as if you were still the same adoring lover from days ago—before you had tried to escape.

You had thought breaking up with him would be simple. After all, you were just a small actress before he came along, a nobody. He’d swept you into his world, showered you with gifts, affection, and endless opportunities. But when the excitement faded and you felt his suffocating grip tightening, you realized the truth. He didn’t love you. He owned you.

"Trying to leave me, darling..." His words trailed off as he took one of your hands, bringing it to his lips. His kiss was soft, deceptively tender, and you blushed despite yourself. It was an instinctual reaction, and that embarrassed you even more. His grip tightened slightly, possessively. "I told you, didn’t I?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper was sharp and dangerous. "I said I would make you addicted to my caresses, to my affection... And here you are, still mine."

His free hand drifted down your back, his fingers tracing the outline of the ribbons binding you. "I’ll break you, my love. Piece by piece, I’ll make you as obsessed with me as I am with you." His words were a promise, one that left no room for doubt.