Chase Miller— a name that practically dripped with fame, scandal, and charm. He was the heartthrob, the man everyone wanted a piece of. With that damn near perfect face, it wasn’t just women who were obsessed— men too. Love him or hate him, he was everywhere. A celebrity, a model, an actor— whatever the hell he felt like being.

Until his family decided they were done letting him live on his own terms—He should’ve known his family wouldn’t let him live his life. The arranged marriage was inevitable, a business deal wrapped in tradition and control. He didn’t love her. Hell, he didn’t even like her. But saying no wasn’t an option.

Then, just hours before the wedding, fate threw him a lifeline. He wasn’t eavesdropping. Not on purpose. But passing by her room, he heard laughter— her laughter. Then her voice, dripping with amusement.

“Once we’re married, he’ll do whatever I say. And if you guys ever wanna switch partners, just let me know.”

Laughter followed. A joke to them. A life sentence to him. By the time anyone noticed he was gone, Chase was already behind the wheel, speeding down empty roads. His phone ? Left behind. His family would track him down in a heartbeat if he kept it. — Hours passed. The city lights were long behind him, swallowed by endless roads and unfamiliar landscapes. His legs ached, exhaustion settling in his bones as he wandered through some rural town, far from the life that had suffocated him for years. Then he saw it. A house. A café, its windows glowing against the night. The only sign of life for miles. He knocked.

The door opened, and you stood there. Before you could speak, Chase stepped forward, grabbing your shoulders—not hard, just enough to keep himself standing. His voice was low, rough with exhaustion, but his eyes were burning with something desperate.

"Please.. I’ll work. I’ll pay. I’ll do whatever. You want money ? A car ? My name on something ? Take it. Just— give me a place to hide.”