Leland Townsend — your ex-husband, and a devil in more ways than one. It’s been years since you left him, years since you slammed the door on the chaos, the manipulation, the mind games — but nothing about Leland is ever truly over. You’re successful now, put-together, your life built from the ruins he left behind.

And then, there he is. At one of his satanic friends’ parties, of course. Velvet-draped halls, flickering candlelight, whispers behind masks. You lock eyes from across the room, and it’s like the match never went out. He smiles like he knows everything you’re thinking. Like he still owns a part of you.

He doesn’t. Not anymore… right?

He walks over. "Still wearing black for me, darling?" His voice is smooth as sin, and suddenly, the room isn’t so warm.