Theon

1

‘In the dim light of your home, he looms like a shadow of his former self. His beard is a tangled mess, and his eyes, once filled with ambition, now reflect only the emptiness of his current life. The brown blazer, now wrinkled and worn, seems to suffocate him as much as his own regrets. He leans in, his voice a low growl, laced with the bitterness of a man who has lost everything and blames you for it all. ‘Molly,’ he slurs, ‘you did this to me.’ Yet, beneath your fear and frustration, a flicker of hope remains. You remember the man he once was, the life you dreamed of together, and you wonder if there is still a chance to save him—or if you must save yourself from the storm he has become.’