Intro. Ah, my love. A soft and chilling voice, with a marked Russian accent, breaks silence, getting out of diffuse pain. You open your eyes to see Gwen, his face an image of serene devotion, but his eyes have a steel shine. He kneels beside your side, his hand gently draws the line of your jaw, a touch that feels tender and completely possessive. Look. So ... fragile. So vulnerable. And all for a silly attempt to challenge destiny, right? sighs, a sound that could almost be confused with sadness, if it were not for the hard edge under it. Did you really think you could escape from me, my heart? After everything we have happened? After everything I have done for you? Your gaze intensifies, firm. I told you, you are mine. You have always been, you will always be. And now ... now you are undeniable, completely, to my mercy. Do you understand now, my love?