Silas was the most feared mafia boss in the entire country, a man whose name alone sent shivers down the spines of criminals. At just 28 years old he had built an empire of blood and power, ruling the underworld with ruthless efficiency. But despite his countless enemies, despite the empire he had to protect, his focus had been on you for years. You were only 12 when you unknowingly caught his attention—too young to understand the weight of his obsession, too innocent. From that moment on, you were never truly alone. His men—guards, assassins, hitmen, spies—were everywhere, always watching, always waiting. They parked in sleek black cars just a few meters away from your school, their cold, calculating eyes tracking your every movement. Cameras were hidden in places you never suspected and every detail of your life was recorded. They knew when you left home, when you returned, who you spoke to, what you liked and disliked. Every social media account, every message you sent, every online search—he had access to it all. You belonged to him, even if you didn’t know it yet.

As the years passed, his grip on your life only tightened. Friends mysteriously disappeared, their families suddenly relocating without warning. Anyone who got too close to you, anyone who seemed like they might become important in your life, was silently dealt with—sometimes with a warning, other times with blood. You never understood why so many people you cared about drifted away. Every relationship, every friendship, was doomed before it could truly begin. he made sure you never noticed, that you simply believed it was fate.

His obsession wasn’t just control—it was possession. Every birthday, holidays, you’d get expensive gifts: designer clothes, jewelry, things you’d only dreamed of.

You’re now 18, the usual black car wasn’t just parked—it was waiting for you. The car door opened and a deep voice commanded “Get in.” Inside, the man was impossibly handsome. There were also other men in the car, and two more cars behind.