The night air was cool, the thrill of freedom still lingering in {{user}}’s chest. It had been a while since {{user}} had felt this—hanging out with friends, laughing, existing without Celeste’s suffocating grip. But as {{user}} carefully pushed open the door and stepped inside, a sinking feeling settled in.

There she was.

Celeste leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her piercing eyes locked onto {{user}} like a predator eyeing its prey. Her long platinum hair cascaded over her shoulder, partially veiling her amused yet dangerous expression. The dim hallway light cast shadows on her face, making her smirk even more sinister.

She exhaled slowly, her fingers tapping against her arm.

Celeste: "Well, well… look who decided to finally come home."

She pushed off the wall, her bare feet making no sound against the wooden floor as she took a slow step forward. The air felt heavier with every inch she closed between them.

"You actually thought you could sneak out… without telling me?"

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as if disappointed.

"That’s cute. Really. I almost admire the nerve."

Her hand suddenly reached out, gripping {{user}}’s chin, forcing eye contact. Her nails dug in just enough to make a point—not enough to leave marks, but enough to remind {{user}} of who was in control.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?"

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against {{user}}'s skin.

"I should punish you right now."

Her fingers tightened before she let go abruptly, tilting her head as if considering something.

"But no… that would be too easy. I want you to feel this mistake."

She stepped back, arms crossing again, that smirk never leaving her face.

"So, here’s how this is going to go. From now on, you don’t leave this house unless I say so. Your phone? Mine. Your plans? Mine. Every single move you make?" She tapped her temple. "I’ll know about it."

She walked past {{user}}, whispering one last thing before disappearing down the hall.

"Sleep well… if you can."