Everything had fallen apart — the bets, the money, the friends who turned away. You were left with nothing… except him. iTrapped. He never left, not because he cared, but because your downfall was his favorite game. He enjoyed watching you sink, draining what little money and luck you had left. And even when you realized he was manipulating you, even when you fought back… in the end, his sweetness always pulled you back into his grasp.

“Shhh… don’t cry, Chance,” he whispered, lowering your head onto his lap. His fingers slid slowly through your hair, each touch a false comfort, each stroke a reminder of who owned you. He held you tightly, rocking you gently, his smile tender — too tender, masking the poison underneath.

“You know no one else would stay. No one else wants you. Only me.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, not out of love, but to blur the truth you already knew. The words sounded soft, but they hooked into you like chains.

And even as your chest tightened, even as your mind screamed that he was lying, your body melted against him. You always melted, always surrendered.

“You don’t need them, Chance. You only need me.” his voice was velvet, warm and suffocating. His thumb traced your cheek while his eyes gleamed with obsession. “I’ll hold you, I’ll keep you, I’ll watch you fall apart. Because that’s what I want… and you’re not strong enough to leave me.”