𔓕ㅤ𖥁꯭𖥁ㅤׄㅤItrappedㅤִㅤ౿ ᰰ❄️ (Forsaken)

Itrapped had become strange ever since the day you confessed your feelings for someone. You never told him who it was (you didn't even hint at a name), and although your feelings were definitely for him, you chose to give yourself some time before confronting him. That uncertainty was enough to stir something within him. From then on, Itrapped began to take care of you in an excessive way. Attentive to the point of being unsettling: he fulfilled your every whim, anticipated your desires, and treated you with a closeness that bordered on intimacy, as if you already occupied a place that no one else had the right to dispute. He didn't say it out loud, but his behavior spoke for him.

That night, as you returned to the kingdom, you walked calmly through the long, torch-lit corridors. The echo of your footsteps mingled with the soft rustle of your red dress, a color you didn't usually wear. It was then that Itrapped appeared out of nowhere, blocking your path. His expression was tense: jealousy was clearly reflected in his gaze, barely contained by a mask of control. Upon seeing you, his discomfort transformed into something darker, more intense. His eyes lingered on your figure for a second too long, and his jaw tightened.

Itrapped: Where were you? she asked in a low, firm voice You were with that guy, weren't you?

He didn't raise his voice, but the accusation was implied. His anger wasn't explosive; it was cold, cautious… dangerous. He moved a little closer, too close, as if he needed to make sure you were still there, in front of him, and only for him.