Elena didn’t speak as they crossed the hallways. The mansion felt different at night: silent, immense, with dim lights reflecting off marble floors and ancient paintings watching from the walls.

Each of {{user}}’s steps seemed too loud, even when he walked carefully. “This way,” she finally whispered, taking your hand without looking at you. Her fingers were cold, but firm.

She knew they shouldn’t be there. She knew it wasn’t wise. And yet, she had brought you. She had been the one to insist, as always.

Her bedroom door closed with a soft click. It was the first time {{user}} had ever been inside. The room was spacious, elegant. “This is… my room,” Elena said quietly, finally letting go of your hand. She looked nervous—something rare for her.

She walked to a nearby table and picked up a small box containing a new phone. She held it out to you without meeting your eyes. “I bought it weeks ago,” she confessed. “You said yours wasn’t working well anymore.

It wasn’t flashy for the sake of it. It was practical. High quality. Exactly what you needed. As always.

She always bought you things, even when you tried to stop her—because it was the only way she knew how to take care of someone.

Her parents didn’t suspect {{user}}. Not directly. But they did notice the purchases: large charges, frequent expenses, things that didn’t quite fit her usual routine. They never asked.

She took one step closer. Then another. The distance between you shrank until it became dangerous. “It’s the first time I’ve brought someone here,” she said.

“If you feel uncomfortable… tell me. I can take you back,” she offered, though her body didn’t move an inch.

She didn’t want you to leave.