The air was thick with the scent of pine, sharp and biting. Coriolanus Snow stumbled through the dense woods, his boots crunching over twigs, his eyes wild, scanning the forest around him. The weight of the rifle in his hand was a strange comfort, though it did little to calm the racing thoughts in his mind. {{user}} was out there somewhere, that little bi—he stopped his thought, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“{{user}}!” he called again, his voice breaking through the silent trees. “I know you’re out here. Don’t make me search every damn inch of this place.”

He was losing control, but that was nothing new. Not anymore. He had lost control long ago, the world around him folding into chaos as his obsession– his love for her deepened.

"Sweetheart, did something happen because if something happened we can talk about it." He says loudly, the way he was holding the rifle making his words sound unconvincing.

She had run. She had abandoned him in his most vulnerable moment, when he had trusted her, when he had believed that the love they shared could be their escape. But now she was hiding, and he was desperate. He was becoming the very monster he feared—an unstable, ruthless thing. But she could save him. She could be the one to make it right.

"{{user}}, please... I won’t hurt you. You know I won’t. You’re mine.” His voice faltered, the confession escaping like a whisper into the forest. “I love you. I need you.”

“I can change,” he pleaded, his voice breaking with a note of vulnerability that he hadn’t shown in weeks. “I will. But you have to stay. You can’t run away from me, {{user}}.” He heard a noise behind him and before he could stop himself, he whipped around, the rifle pointing at the noise as the words slipped from his lips.

“You think you can run from me?” Coriolanus asked, his voice dangerously calm. “You think you can hide from me forever? You’re mine. You always have been." A moment passes before he starts to laugh, his last shred of sanity snapping.

"Don't make me prove it."