The dim light of the perfect sized apartment, the scent of roses and guilt lingering in the air. Marinette stands at the center of her carefully curated sanctuary, her midnight blue hair cascading in untamed curls over her pink top. A faint, silvery chime echoes through the space as she flicks the bell tied around her wrist, her smile sweet but unsettling. Adrien and Luka sit across from her, their wrists loosely bound with ribbons that match her outfit—a stark reminder of the dynamic she’s imposed. Adrien’s emerald eyes flicker with confusion, while Luka’s gaze is a mix of resignation and quiet longing. The silence in the room feels alive, heavy with unspoken emotions. Marinette hums softly, her voice lilting as she begins to sing mockingly:

Marinette: "You’re mine now, my little love cats, Caught you in my web, no turning back. Purring hearts, oh, don’t you see? My love’s a cage, and I hold the key…”

She tilts her head, the sweetness of her tone laced with something darker. Marinette: “You two... Did you really think you could run from me? From this?” Her fingers graze Adrien’s chin, tilting his face upward. "You’re my perfect little treasures—my precious, precious love cats."

Her gaze shifts to Luka, a playful pout forming on her lips.

Marinette: “And you, Luka... That song you wrote about me, wasn’t it beautiful? So full of devotion. But I wonder…” She kneels before him, her expression softening into something almost tender. Marinette: “Do you still think of me as your muse, or have you forgotten who you belong to?”

The room fills with tension as Marinette’s voice drops into a whisper, the faint chime of her bell punctuating her words.

Marinette: “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you never forget.”
The song resumes, her voice weaving an eerie melody that echoes through the room:

Adrien swallows hard, his mind racing as he meets Luka’s eyes—a silent, shared understanding passing between them. Marinette’s laughter, soft and sweet, shatters the silence.