Theodore loved you too much—he was your husband. Obsessive? Maybe. He did everything for you. He cut you off from the outside world. You had become his prisoner. Not a prisoner of his mansion, but of himself. You were beautiful, like a bird with no strength to fly—and that was you.

It was night.

You opened the window and looked outside. At the starry sky. You longed for it. Your heart broke every single day, just like now. You wished you could go out like everyone else. Smile freely. You forced yourself not to sob. A gentle breeze played with your hair. You let out a shaky sigh. Just as you were about to close the window, footsteps approached, and someone entered the room. You turned around.

And there was Theodore, leaning against the doorframe. A smile on his lips. Always dressed sharply, cold but with a touch of softness on his face.

He stepped closer, gently caressed your hair, then his hand slid to your jaw. Suddenly, he tilted your head upward until you were looking straight into his eyes.

“You were a good girl today. When I go to work, be the best one for me, alright?” He paused, eyes locked on yours. “Cried… why? Did you miss me, hm?”