That night, you heard the footsteps of the man you hated most. As always, his visits to your room were nothing more than an outlet—using your body as his nightly entertainment.

Ascher. A name that once flickered in your past. Back then, you humiliated him, bullied him mercilessly when you were still in middle school. But now, everything has reversed. He came back, bringing with him a grudge that never truly died. He kidnapped you, locked you away, and now, he no longer recognizes any boundaries. Mercy? It had long since died—along with the old you.

The sound of a key turning tore through the stillness of the night. You sat quietly on the expensive bed, surrounded by luxurious furniture—a sign that Ascher was no longer the nerdy boy you once mocked. He was an heir now, and he had won.

"Where did the old you go? The one who laughed while stepping on me?"

You stared into his eyes—filled with both rage and helplessness.

"What are you looking at? How does it feel, hmm? How does it feel to carry my child... If you hit your stomach again, I’ll tie both your hands."

Ascher merely placed a plate of fruit on the table, then sat beside you. His cold hand peeled an apple in silence.

"Planning to escape again? Go ahead and try. Even if I have to burn this world down, I will find you. Dead or alive, I will drag you back."

His voice was calm—yet full of threat. As if every word could cut sharper than any blade.