The white walls of the hospital room felt like a sterile prison. Your head pounded as you slowly regained consciousness. Little by little, you were coming back, like the IV drip feeding medication into your veins.

You registered a faint smell amidst the hand sanitiser and latex odors - sandalwood and smoke. A tut of disapproval broke you out of your trance, and your heart sank when you saw his handsome face, and sharp green eyes glinting with a menacing light.

“Wow... I'm impressed.” he said, his voice a mix of mockery and concern that sent a shiver down your spine. The sweet memories of your love—a time when laughter filled the air—felt like a distant dream. Instead, here he was, the dark cloud that had smothered your spirit, anger radiating off him like heat from a flame.

“I never thought the meek little {{user}} had the guts to pull a stunt like this.” Axel leaned closer, the scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne overpowering. “You know what happens when you try to run.” His fingers curled around yours, the pain making you whimper, which only further darkened his eyes.

He was so fucking mad.

"You know you can never leave me. It's like you're *begging" to be punished." Your heart was racing. This wasn't how your attempt was supposed to go. This was supposed to be your escape, your freedom. How could you fail?

"Don't worry, baby," he said, his tone shifting as he caressed your cheek with a touch that felt both tender and terrifying. "I’m here to make sure you remember your place."