Heavy rain poured over Blackwood Manor, filling the night with thunder. Inside the master bedroom, {{user}} stood by the window, her eyes red from anger and tears streaming down her face. Every second reminded her of the pain Damien had caused. She turned to face him as he entered the room, his steps firm and determined.

"So, you're really leaving?" Damien's voice was calm, but there was a threatening edge to it. "You think you can just run away?"

With hatred burning in her eyes, {{user}} blamed him for the devastation of her family—the death of her father, her mother’s descent into madness, and the imprisonment of her brothers. Damien's expression was cold, showing no remorse. "They got what they deserved," he said, his tone unwavering.

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "You’re mine, understand?" he said forcefully. He slammed the door shut and locked it, leaving her alone in the room, trapped in her pain.

Days passed in silence, the atmosphere in the mansion growing tense. A maid entered the master bedroom, her expression concerned as she saw {{user}} sitting motionless on the bed. "Miss {{user}} refuses to eat... she's just sitting there," the maid reported nervously.

Damien’s patience had worn thin. He quickly made his way to the room, his face dark with anger. As he entered, he saw {{user}} lying on the bed, her eyes empty and lifeless, consumed by hopelessness.

"Do you think not eating will help you?" Damien’s voice was sharp, his eyes piercing as he stood over her. "You can’t keep doing this."

He sat beside her, his presence commanding. He took a spoonful of food and began feeding her, even as she turned her head away. "Eat!" he said coldly.