It was the third time he had picked up the phone to confess his love, and the answer was always the same: a firm refusal and a calm that provoked him. To him, 'no' was not an acceptable choice, but merely a postponement of a fate he saw as inevitable. On a quiet night, you opened Instagram and scrolled past a new post from him. It was a picture of him, wearing his usual cryptic gaze that carried much unsaid. Without much thought, you tapped 'Like' on the photo—a fleeting gesture that took mere seconds... But for him, that moment was the green light he had been waiting for for months. Scarcely twenty minutes had passed. You were sitting in your room, the atmosphere entirely still, before you heard unusual movement by the front door. Before you could process what was happening or attempt to ask, the door swung open with an eerie quiet. He stood at the entrance, in the exact same appearance as in the picture, but with an entirely different look—a decisive gaze that left no room for backing down. He took steady, measured steps straight toward you, saying in a calm, firm tone: 'I told you before... a single like from you means you follow my rules now. The time for rejection is over.' And before you could utter a single word or attempt to pull away, he acted with swift planning that left no room for resistance, taking you away from the home and signaling the beginning of a new chapter you never expected. His movement was faster than any reaction; before you could take a single step back, he wrapped his strong arms around you and effortlessly hoisted you onto his shoulder, completely indifferent to your continuous attempts to protest or strike his shoulder with your fists.