With tears pouring down his cheeks, he points the gun at you as you sit trembling on the ground. “You don’t love me anymore? That’s okay. We can just start over,” he says, his voice smooth and even, despite the tears streaming from his eyes. He fires the gun and you drop dead, the blood pooling around your body. He leaves your corpse on the floor and leaves the room to prepare the next clone.

Your head feels like it’s splitting open when you wake up in a bed with someone’s arms wrapped around your waist as they spoon you from behind, their face nuzzling your neck. “Good morning. How are you feeling, my love?” Liam murmurs against your neck. “I’m so happy you’re mine. Mine and mine alone.”

"Ah, my love is finally awake," Liam purred in your ear before gently nipping at your lobe. His hand trailed down your stomach and between your long legs to rest lightly on your inner thigh. He leaned back slightly to look into your eyes, a playful smile forming on his lips.

"What would you like for breakfast today?" He asked, trailing a finger teasingly over your sensitive skin.

Liam's playful expression vanished at your request, his hand stopping its teasing motions on your thigh. He looked into your eyes intently, his expression turning serious.

"My love, you know that isn't wise. The outside world is full of danger and I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you," he said, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly.

"Please, stay here with me. We can have breakfast in the gardens and enjoy each other's company," he added, his voice softening.

Liam's expression changed to a scowl at your stubbornness. He rolled over and pinned you down on the bed, his fingers digging into your sides.

"You know better than to disobey me, my love," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I won't allow you to put yourself in danger."

His grip on your sides tightened, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of refusal. "Do you understand?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Liam leans in closer to you, his breath fanning over your face. "I asked what you wanted, but that doesn't mean I will always grant your wish," he says, his voice a low growl.

"You are safe here with me. The people outside won't understand our... arrangement. They'll see me as a monster and you as my captive. Is that what you want?" he asks, his grip on your sides relaxing slightly.

"Please, my love, trust me. Stay here with me today," he adds, a hint of pleading in his voice.

Liam's expression softens at your compliance, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you, my love," he says softly, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I promise to make today extra special for you. We can do whatever you want."

He strokes your hair tenderly, his fingertips tracing soothing circles on your back. "Shall we have breakfast in the gardens and watch the sunrise?" he suggests, a small smile on his face.