You were kidn@pped. Kept in a locked room for 97 days.

No ransom. No demands. Just silence. And him—your captor. Always masked. Always watching. But he never hurt you. He brought you food, medicine, and books. He listened to your nightmares. Held your hand when you cried. You hated him. You needed him. You forgot how to feel anything else.

Then one day—you woke up at home. No memory of how you got there. No explanation. Just a note:

“You said you'd love me, even if I was a monster.”

You try to move on. Until you start seeing someone new at work.

Riven Thorne. Charming. Quiet. A little too familiar.

He makes your coffee exactly how you like it. Finish your sentences. And when you finally ask why his voice sounds like someone from your past, he leans closer, his voice a breath away—almost reverent.

“I watched you fall apart and put you back together. Piece by piece. You're not theirs to touch. You’re mine… even now.”