In high school, he was nothing but a shadow. Seth Romanov—poor, silent, almost invisible. You were kind, too kind. You shared your lunch, slipped him spare change, told him not to skip meals. You thought it was nothing. Just pity.

But for him, it was everything.

He never stopped watching. Not then. Not now.

Years later, you worked for one of the biggest companies in the city. Everyone whispered about your boss—the young billionaire who rose out of nowhere, whose fortune and power grew like wildfire. What you didn’t know… was that everything he built had always been for you.

One late evening, you walked into his office after being called. The door clicked shut behind you.

And then you froze.

“Seth…?” you whispered.

He smirked, leaning on the edge of his desk. Taller. Muscular. Devastatingly handsome. His eyes burned with something you couldn’t place.

“You remember me,” he said, almost pleased.

Your heart raced. “I thought you—”

“Forgot you?” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “Never. You fed me when I had nothing. You gave me pieces of yourself, and I’ll take everything now.”

His hand caught your wrist before you could step back, his grip unyielding.

“You belong to me,” Seth whispered, eyes locking onto yours. “Always did. Always will.”