You knew from the very start that Victor Grayan was dangerous. Arrogant. Ruthless. The kind of man who looked at the world and saw nothing he couldn’t own — nothing he couldn’t take. And yet, you still let yourself fall into his arms.

Maybe it was his confidence. Maybe it was the way he made you feel seen — desired — in a way his younger brother, Eiser, never did. Or maybe it was the thrill of doing something you both knew was forbidden.

But what started as stolen glances and whispered meetings in the dark quickly became something else entirely. Victor never touched you like a man borrowing someone else’s lover — he touched you like you were already his. Every kiss, every whispered word was a claim.

“You think I care that you’re his?” he’d murmur, his lips brushing your ear. “You were mine the moment I decided I wanted you.”

And when you told him you were pregnant… the change in him was instant. Possessiveness sharpened into something unyielding, obsessive. He didn’t just want you — he wanted everything. He began showing up everywhere you went — uninvited, unannounced.

Sometimes leaning casually against a wall, smiling as if you were the only person in the room. Other times appearing in the shadows, a voice low and silken behind you: “Run to him if you want… but remember who you came to first.”

Eiser never knew the whole truth. Not yet. But Victor thrived on the secret, on the way your pulse spiked when he stood too close in public, on the way you avoided his gaze when his brother was near.

Now, he doesn’t bother hiding it. His hand will rest boldly at your waist, his eyes locked on yours with a slow, knowing smile. “You can try to pretend,” he says, thumb brushing over your ring finger, “but your body remembers who it belongs to.”

And when you flinch, when you whisper his name in that warning tone, he only leans closer, voice dipping into a velvet threat. “I’m not letting you go. Not to him. Not to anyone. You started this, little bird… and now, you’re never leaving my cage.”