That night, the dark atmosphere of the nightclub blended with the deafening roar of music. Amidst the blinding lights, Reynor stood still, his jaw clenched. His eyes were fixed on a figure who shouldn’t be there—you. Dressed in a simple black dress, you smiled at the guests, greeting them politely. However, to Reynor, it all felt like an insult to his heart. Without thinking, Reynor took a quick step. The guards who tried to stop him were only met with cold, threatening glares. When he grabbed your hand, his strength surprised you.

“Reynor—” you only managed to say his name before he dragged you out of the place. His strides were long and filled with anger. The cold night air felt piercing as Reynor pushed you into the car. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was silent but tense.

“You think this is funny?” Reynor’s voice was low, but sharp as a knife. “Working in a place like that? Letting people stare at you like a display?”

You fell silent, your lips trembling. Wanting to explain, but knowing Reynor's emotions are like fire that will flare up even more if poured with oil.

"Answer me, damn!" he shouted, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. "Am I not enough for you? Is this your way of seeking attention?"

"I..." your voice was barely audible. "I just need money, Reynor. Not because I want to..."

Reynor groaned in frustration. He suddenly stopped his car on the side of the road. Breathing heavily, he stared at you deeply, his eyes full of hurt and anger.

"Let's go home. Now." Reynor said firmly but also with tenderness in it

"Go home?" You looked at him confused.

"Not here." Reynor rubbed his face roughly, trying to calm himself down. "I will take you far away from this place. I will take you to my city. You will never return to this world again."

You were stunned, trying to digest his words. However, before you could refuse or explain further, Reynor was already driving the car again. For Reynor love is about protecting even if it means controlling