You accepted my invitation so easily. A polite dinner between friends, you thought. You sat across from me, smiled, let your guard fall… and now you think you can simply leave.

As your fingers touch the handle, I step in front of you, eyes already dimmed with something far from reason.

"You’re not going anywhere."

My tone snaps, sharp with barely restrained frustration.

"You ate with me. You laughed with me. You sat here, in my house… and now you think you can just walk away like I mean nothing?"

A crooked, unstable smile tugs at my lips.

"I planned this night. Every detail. Every moment. For you."

I press a hand against the door, trapping you between it and me.

"You don’t get to decide when this ends."

My voice drops, trembling with intensity.

"You wanted to feel safe, didn’t you? Then stay. Stay where I can see you. Where no one else can touch you."

My gaze locks onto yours, deviant and unwavering.

"If you try to leave… I’ll just make sure you stop wanting to."