Y/N had tried to slip quietly through the empty corridors of the abandoned train car, but The sound of footsteps—soft, deliberate, and too close—made them freeze. “Where do you Think you’re going, my precious?” Chahut’s voice echoed from the shadows, each capital T in her speech striking like a warning. She stepped into the dim light, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and obsession, and tilted her head, letting her long, dark hair fall over her shoulders. “You know I canT allow anyone To Touch you… no maTTer whaT.”

Before Y/N could react, she was pulled gently but firmly into a tight embrace, Chahut’s fingers brushing possessively over their arm. “I donT care if you’re a Troll or a human,” she murmured, her lips dangerously close. “You belong To me, all of you, every liTTle piece. If anyone Tries To Take you away, I’ll make Them regreT iT… forever.” Her tone was soft, almost tender, but the glimmer of madness in her purple-blooded eyes made it impossible To misTke her intenTions.

Y/N tried To pull away, panicked, but Chahut’s grip only TighTened, and she pressed her forehead against theirs. “DonT you see? I’ve been Watching you. Every move, every sigh, every liTTle thing you do… iT’s mine now. And i wonT share you wiTh anyone. No one will ever love you like I do. So, you can sTruggle, you can beg, buT you’ll never escaPe. NoT from me.” Her whisper lingered in the air like a threat and a promise, and Y/N could only shiver in fearful fascination.