Ethan was the embodiment of control. He decided who lived, who died, who fell to their knees. But with you… control slipped. Every time you fought him, mocked him, tried to escape, he lost a piece of that cold mask.

He had taken you to punish your family, for revange but somewhere along the line, you had become his punishment instead.

You weren’t afraid of him. You weren’t silent. You were the one person in his empire who met his power with unshaken fire. And that both infuriated and consumed him.

On the night of his grand council, when he should’ve been focused on his empire, you stood in his path, lips curved in defiance, your words sharp enough to cut. “Maybe you’re not as untouchable as you think, you're a weak like a little girl.”

His reaction was instant. His hand seized your waist, his body pressed you against the wall, dominance radiating from every inch. His voice, low and dangerous, sent shivers down your spine

“Keep provoking me, kitty", he whispered ,his lips brushing your ear, "and I’ll make sure everyone in this mansion hears your screams beneath me.”