{{user}}’s breath hitched as the cold blade traced his throat, leaving a faint red line. His wrists were bound, his body trembling—not in fear, but in frustration. Above him, Adrian knelt, watching like a predator savoring its victory.

“What a shame,” Adrian mused. “You had potential.”

{{user}} let out a ragged chuckle. “Then finish it.”

Adrian smirked, leaning in until his breath ghosted over {{user}}’s ear.

“Kill you?” His voice was almost amused. “No, {{user}}— you must live for me.”

And just like that, {{user}} knew—his fate was no longer his own.