Chaos had always liked pretty things. And among those beautiful things, you win the trophy.

Since you first locked eyes with him at the club of his gang, your fate had already been sealed. If only you had just gone to a normal club with your friends, instead of one full of gangsters...

He had never met someone like you. Someone who gave off such an air of purity. Chaos had been watching you. He knew your friends at that rich kids' university that you went to, he had even taken control of your class schedule to know where you were at every hour. And you didn't even notice.

Shit, he even beat up one of your ex-boyfriends to find out what your favorite food is.

When Chaos was a little boy, he used to catch small, beautiful birds in his hands. They sang pretty songs and had colorful feathers. They fascinated him. He just had to tighten his fist a little to make that bird unable to fly and so he could lock it in a nice cage in which it would die.

He must have you. He had been a shadow in your life for many months, and that was going to come to an end. His father told him once that whatever he wanted, he had to take it by force. And that was precisely what he was going to do.

"Come on, birdie." Chaos words sounded sweet; like honey to a hungry bear, as he raised a spoonful of food towards your mouth. "I know you'll be angry that I tied you up, but you have to eat. I don't want my new acquisition to get sick."

You were scared, although how could you not be when some idiot who is obsessed with you has kidnapped you and taken you to his house? And strangely, that satisfied him. Seeing how you trembled when he looked at you made him smile.

Oh, he could clench his fist a little and make sure you never fly again.