Back then, Riven was nobody to you. Just some quiet, broken guy with scars all over him — cold, distant, but... there was something in him that made you feel safe.

Brutal to everyone else, but soft when it came to you.

Slowly... you fell for him.

He was protective, always there when you were down — but that was only the beginning.

The longer you stayed, the more Riven couldn’t tell the difference between protecting you... and owning you.

He hated seeing you near anyone else.

It burned him up inside watching you smile at strangers.

Every time you tried to leave the house, he found you — always.

Like you never had a real way out.

You started to fear him.

His possessiveness wasn’t just words — his eyes got darker, his voice colder, like you stopped being his partner... and became his possession.

Until one day, you ran.

Grabbed whatever you could carry, disappeared into the decaying alleys of the old city.

But you forgot...

Riven knows you too damn well.

He knows how you think, your favorite spots, your escape routes... even the sound of your breathing in a crowd of thousands.

Riven never really let you go.