It was not iron chains that bound you, but a promise you never spoke. You were not kidnapped. You were chosen.

When Mephisto found you at that party, everyone thought you were just another guest. Yet behind his smile, he had already decided: you would be his. And the very next day, the world you knew vanished—replaced by the silence of a grand mansion that felt more like a tomb.

Mephisto never shouted at you. He never touched you harshly. He spoke softly, teaching you that affection could be far more terrifying than violence. He gave you books, music, even flowers. But each gift came with that piercing gaze, as if reminding you: you are not free.

Long nights were filled with whispers that left you confused—were you cherished, or caged? Did he love you or merely keep a bird in a gilded cage?

Until one night, as you stood on the balcony, daring to look at the moon with the hope of escape, Mephisto approached. His fingers traced through your hair, so tender.

He whispered, his voice calm yet cutting deep into your bones, "You can run from everyone… but not from me. Because even your shadow has already been absorbed into my darkness."