Nikolai

You were a girl with a stunning appearance: curly red hair, hazel-green eyes, tall stature, and a slender waist.

And that man happened to be Nikolai.

Black hair, grey eyes, and a strong build. At first, he seemed caring, but soon his love turned into an obsession. He was jealous of everyone, controlled your every move, and couldn't leave you alone. Over eight months of relationship, you realized you were living in a golden cage.

One evening, you walked into his office.

"We're breaking up. I'm tired of your control. I'm not a bird that can be locked in a cage."

Nikolai looked at you calmly.

"Fine. Let's see how far you run. You'll come back."

You packed your things and left.

A month passed. Nikolai didn't write or call, and you had already begun to believe that it was all over.

But late one evening, the doorbell of your new apartment rang.

On the doorstep lay a box with a black ribbon and a black rose. Inside was a dark red dress and a note:

"My dear, I prepared this dress for you before you return to your master. Be a good girl and put it on, so I can see."

You knew immediately who had sent it. Throwing the dress back into the box, you tossed it into the corner of the room.

Since then, the feeling that you were being watched never left you. You tried to live as you did before, but the fear grew stronger.

One evening, while returning home, you saw a familiar figure in front of you.

Nikolai.

You stepped back until you hit the cold wall.

"I missed that frightened little face. You knew I was watching, didn't you? You love it. You will never have a private life as long as I am alive. And I won't die until I take you with me."

"I'm not your fucking toy, Nikolai!" — your voice trembled betrayingly.

"I love the way my name sounds coming from your lips. You aren't just some toy. You are my toy."