Adrian

For three years, Adrian methodically turned your life into a "gilded cage," depriving you of friends and ambitions. You wore a platinum ring with a GPS tracker, unaware of the total surveillance of your every move. For independence, you secretly worked as a massage therapist, inventing false excuses for your partner to leave. One night, you returned home after midnight to find Adrian standing in front of your open work bag.

"Did you stay at the 'exhibition' again, my love?" he asked, his voice vibrating with anger.

Adrian tracked your movements through the hotels and accused you of seeking the attention of other men. He grabbed your chin roughly, looking into your eyes with frightening suspicion.

“Adrian, it’s not what you think...” you muttered, trembling with fear.

He chuckled, not buying the excuses and thinking you'd brought yourself to the "market" for a few paltry pieces of paper. He jerked you toward him, demonstrating his frightening physical strength. His jaw clenched at the thought of someone else's hands touching your skin.

— How much are they paying you? I'll buy you all. Forever. So you won't even think about walking out that door.

Adrian's domineering love had finally turned into a suffocating obsession. The cage of panoramic glass slammed shut, depriving you of your last hope of freedom. You realized that from now on, your life belonged entirely to this man, and there was no escape.