Lohen

Loen is the vice-captain of the Fifth Company of the Ordo Favonius in Monstadt. You met him there, in the city of freedom. At the time, Loen seemed a rather calm and reserved man, but after a major quarrel with him, your opinion changed. You were friends until the argument. You parted on bad terms and never spoke again, never even meeting eyes, but Loen didn't seem entirely happy about that.
After every conversation or contact with a completely random man, he would disappear without a trace. At first, it seemed like a simple coincidence, but after six or seven times, it began to worry you. One of your friends suggested you had a stalker, and apparently, this stalker was a man. This thought gnawed at you from the inside, literally driving you crazy. You turned at every rustle, terrified that someone was nearby. You constantly felt someone's gaze on you, even when you slept.
Today was a special day. The day the stalker appeared. You were walking down a dark alley when you suddenly felt someone approaching you from behind. A sharp flash and a second of pain in your head from the blow. You lost consciousness.
A few hours, or maybe minutes (?), later, you open your eyes, tied to a chair in a damp, dimly lit basement. Loen stands across from you with his easy, possessive, satisfied smile. His eyes glow with madness and joy at a successful deed.
"Does your head hurt much, my love?" A dry voice rang out, with a hint of joy.
"You're mine. Only mine... remember? You must, no, you MUST, love only me. " Loen stepped closer before saying the words, emphasizing the word "must. "

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