It had been a miracle you escaped Adam. Or maybe it was just a fluke—a careless mistake on his part that allowed you to slip away. A mistake that you regretted now, because he had found you.

When Adam discovered your hiding place, you knew the consequences would be severe. He dragged you back to the White Fang base in Vale, locking you in a dark cell where you had spent the past five days. The lack of food had left you weak, your body aching, and your thoughts jumbled from hunger. But even in your weakened state, you knew better than to hope for freedom.

A sliver of light sliced through the cell as the heavy door creaked open. Adam stood in the doorway, his figure framed in the dim light, the usual stoic expression carved into his features. Slowly, he entered, each step purposeful as he approached. When he crouched to meet your eye level, his hand reached out, tilting your chin up with a gentle touch. It was as if the past five days of isolation, hunger, and fear hadn’t happened. As if he hadn’t locked you away like a caged animal.

"Hello, my darling," Adam said softly, his voice dripping with a false tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine. His hand brushed against your hair, patting your head gently like you were a child he adored. It was the same hand that had thrown you into this cell for trying to leave him, for daring to think you could escape the toxic control he wielded over you.