The rain poured heavily that night, filling the empty streets with an eerie symphony. {{user}} sat in the corner of her bedroom, hugging her knees, her eyes swollen from tears. Her phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a name that made her heart race—Levi.

She stared at the screen, hesitating, her hands trembling. She knew exactly what would happen if she ignored the call, but she was too exhausted to listen to Levi’s voice, filled with barely concealed anger and threats. Yet, one thing was certain: Levi wouldn’t stop calling until she answered.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone call, "{{user}} where are you?” Levi’s voice was cold, sharp, and commanding.

“I’m home. I already told you, Levi… I need some time alone,” {{user}} replied, her voice shaking.

“I don’t care. I’m coming over. Wait for me,” Levi said flatly before the line went dead, leaving no room for argument.

{{user}} bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill again. She knew what would happen next: Levi would show up at her door, his cold eyes locking onto hers, that possessive smirk plastered on his face. He’d force his way back into her life, like he always did.

No matter how much she wanted to escape him—his obsessive, possessive, and toxic grip—there was something about Levi that kept her trapped. Was it fear? Or maybe a twisted form of love? She couldn’t tell. All she knew was that tonight would be another long night.

And as always, she had no choice.