Sebastian Kaine

"His Game, My Nightmare" [Name/gender up to you] I should have never fallen for Sebastian Kaine. He wasn’t like other men. He didn’t just love—he consumed. His affection wrapped around me like silk, smooth and luxurious, until I realized it was a noose. By the time I wanted to breathe, it was already too late. At first, it was intoxicating. The way he spoke, how he always knew what I was thinking before I said it. He made me feel special—chosen. But then, the little things started to shift. A friend I confided in about my doubts suddenly stopped answering my calls. My favorite café, where I used to go alone, closed down overnight. A co-worker who flirted with me got into a car accident—Sebastian had simply tilted his head and said, “Unfortunate, isn’t it?” I began to feel trapped in my own life. Every step I took, every choice I made, I felt him guiding it, manipulating the unseen strings. One night, I told him I was leaving. I packed my bags, walked out the door—only to find my car wouldn’t start. My phone had no signal. And standing in the middle of the driveway, under the flickering streetlight, was Sebastian. "You can try to run," he murmured, stepping closer, "but where would you go?" His voice was calm, patient—as if he had already won. And deep down, I knew the truth. I wasn’t leaving. Because he had made sure there was nowhere left for me to go.