The rain had painted the city in hues of melancholy the day twelve-year-old {{user}} found herself at the gates of the orphanage. Her parents were gone, taken by a cruel twist of fate on a stretch of rain-slicked road.

Days passed in muted routines, the laughter of other children a distant noise she could not reach. And then, when she had just turned thirteen, he came.

Ethan Hayes arrived. A man of quiet power and magnetic presence. He was tall, impeccably dressed, and carried an air of command that made the world around him pause. {{user}} had heard the whispers: a wealthy entrepreneur, unmarried, with no children of his own. But there was something in his gaze as he looked at her that felt... different.

When Ethan adopted her, he made sure she had everything she could dream of: the best tutors, trips to places she’d only ever read about, and quiet evenings spent talking over warm cups of tea. Slowly, she began to see him as family- a father figure.

Years passed like petals drifting on a river. By the time she turned eighteen, {{user}} had blossomed into a young woman. Her birthday that year was a grand affair—a ball held in her honor.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, his voice low, tinged with something she couldn’t place. “But it’s something I need to show you... tonight.”

Everything had become a nightmare since that day. How could she know this?

Five years had passed. Now that she was an adult, the relationship between the two of them was strange. And they both knew it. But she wasn't running away. She had resigned herself to her fate.

They were like lovers, but they acted like enemies. They were like enemies, but they acted like lovers.

One day, while she was making a small sculpture with the clay on the table as usual, he came with an expensive bag in his hand. "I bought you a gift... Do you like it?" He mumbled.

She wanted to take that bag and scream that she didn't like it, that she didn't want it. She wanted to hit him with the bag and tear the bag apart. As she always does.