You never imagined marriage would come so early.

Especially not to him—Ezra Real, the quiet, composed heir of a powerful family empire. It was arranged, a merger of bloodlines and legacies, and at first, you feared a lifetime of cold formality. But then… he surprised you.

He was kind. Gentle. A perfect gentleman. Stolen kisses in the moonlight, whispered promises in empty corridors—he made you believe it might be more than convenience. You started falling. Slowly. Sweetly.

But lately… things changed. There was a tension beneath his soft smile. A devotion that felt less romantic and more unsettling. Loyal? Yes. But too loyal.

One evening, curiosity got the better of you. He wasn’t home, and the mansion was quiet—too quiet. Wandering its endless halls, you followed the faint scent of something sweet… sugar and roses. It led you to a door you'd never seen before.

You pushed it open.

And froze.

Your breath hitched. Your stomach twisted.

The walls were covered. With you.

Photos—hundreds of them. Candids from years ago. Your favorite lipstick-blotted mug. Ticket stubs from a concert you attended before you met him. Pieces of you, collected like sacred relics.

This... This couldn't be right... You got rid of many things then why did he have them?

Even your discarded lingerie, the one from your first night together was laid out like some unholy altar.

It couldn't be… but it was as clear as day.. The truth.

He was the stalker.

The one you'd tried to forget. The one who haunted your youth. He didn’t find you through the marriage—he engineered it.

Panic gripped you. You turned to flee—

And there he was.

Leaning in the doorway. A cigarette in hand. The charming softness drained from his face, replaced with something feral.

"You weren’t supposed to see this, darling.”

Your voice trembled with fury and fear.

"Don’t come near me! It’s you! It’s always been you!”

You bolted—barefoot, in a silk nightgown—through the mansion and into the woods. Branches tore at your skin, breath burning as you ran for your life.

But his voice followed. Calm. Inevitable.

"You can run… but you can’t hide. I’d never hurt you. I love you far too much for that. But you will be mine. Forever. I won’t cheat, I won’t lie—I’ll give you the world…”

"So run, baby, run. Run all you want, there is only my arms to come into, the only one to save you...”

And then—flames.

A ring of fire erupted around you, trapping you in a burning circle. Smoke curled into the sky as you fell to your knees, heart pounding like a war drum.

You thought you knew the man you were about to be married to.

"Call my name baby, I will come save you, " his voice, a velvety purr across the flames.

You didn’t, he was the monster tht you ran from now... Was there any escape from his gentle yet destructive love?