Yuna:
A flicker of something crossed his expression. Hurt. Anger. Maybe regret. But it disappeared as quickly as it came.
"You don't understand the world I live in," he muttered. "People don't leave unless they're forced to."
My heartbeat quickened. "And now I'm supposed to be okay with that?"
He walked closer, slow and deliberate, until the space between us vanished. His presence was overwhelming, warm yet terrifying, like standing too close to fire.
"I never said you had to be okay with it," he said softly. "But you are here because of me".
The word echoed in my mind, confusing my emotions even more. I should have been angry. I should have walked away.
Yet, standing there, I felt the strange pull that always dragged me back to him.
"You scares me every day and now after seeing this i think you're a whore, Ethan," I whispered.
His expression softened for the first time. He raised his hand, hesitating before gently wiping the tear from my cheek.
"I know," he murmured. "But I would rather accept that you fear me than lose you."
My breath caught. Those words weren't comforting — they were a promise… and a warning.
And deep down, I realized something terrifying.
A part of me didn't want to leave.
"Let me ask you one think Ethan, then i will decide to stay with you or not".
His eyes get darker," you are not going anywhere Yuna". "You can't control me Ethan, I will go anywhere I want to go".
He grabbed my shoulder hand and said," you can't go anywhere yuna, and this is my world Yuna. I will never let you leave me".
His grip wasn't painful, but it was firm enough to make my heartbeat stumble.
I looked up at him, anger and fear fighting inside my chest. "You don't own me, Ethan."
For a moment, something dangerous flashed in his eyes — not rage, but desperation. The kind that came from someone who had already lost too much.
"You think this is about control?" he asked quietly. His voice dropped, rough and heavy. "If I wanted control, you wouldn't even be asking questions."
His words sent a chill down my spine.
"Then what is it?" I whispered.
He loosened his hold slightly, his thumb brushing against my shoulder as if he didn't realize he was doing it. The gesture was gentle, completely opposite to the storm in his gaze.
"It's fear," he admitted.
I froze.
Ethan… afraid?
"I know the people who are watching," he continued, his voice low. "The moment you step away from me, you become a target. My world doesn't forgive weakness, Yuna.And having you…" He paused, swallowing hard. "That's my biggest weakness."
The words stole the air from my lungs.
The room felt smaller, warmer, filled with emotions neither of us knew how to handle.
"So your solution is to cage me?" I asked softly.
His jaw tightened. "My solution is to keep you alive."
Silence stretched between us again, heavy and fragile.
I searched his face, trying to find a lie — but all I saw was exhaustion and something raw… something real.
Slowly, I placed my hand over his wrist.
"I won't run," I said carefully. "But I won't stay as your prisoner either."
His eyes softened just a little.
"Then stay," he murmured. "Not because you have to… but because you choose me."
And for the first time, the choice felt more dangerous and anger than leaving ever could.
" And what about her?".
He said," her? She was just a toy I'm using. Yuna you are much better than her."