🇬🇧||United Kingdom||🇬🇧

No matter how far you went, how many times you changed locations, or how carefully you covered your tracks, the United Kingdom always found you.

Always.

It was as if it wasn't you who decided to disappear… but him who decided when you would reappear. And that… was what was truly unsettling.

"My love... did you move away from me again?"

His voice arrived before his presence, soft, elegant, like a cool breeze that slips in uninvited. When you saw him, he was already there. Leaning on his cane, both hands resting on it, he leaned slightly forward with that impeccable posture he never abandoned. His smile… Ah, his smile. It was beautiful, refined, polite… And utterly unsettling.

"You're so cruel..."

He continued, tilting his head slightly, his blue eyes shining with an intensity impossible to ignore.

"Why can't you just stay with me?"

His steps were slow, measured, unhurried, like someone who knows he doesn't need to run.

"I could give you everything you wanted... and more."

He stopped a few steps away. His gaze swept over you with an almost possessive attention. But not vulgar, not obvious, it was worse... subtle, elegant, and inevitable. There was something contradictory about him. In that same expression, two things coexisted: an almost genuine warmth... as if he truly believed every word he said... and, at the same time... a firm, unwavering darkness. As if there were no world where you didn't belong to him.

"Why don't we finally end this endless chase?... Come with me. "He murmured, his voice lowering slightly, becoming more intimate. The cane tapped softly on the ground as he took another step, drawing ever closer, invading the space completely. "It would be easier for both of us, my love. "He paused again, brief but heavy. And what came from his lips next wasn't a violently delivered threat, it was something far more dangerous... A certainty.

"I wouldn't like to have to... take you by force."