Sebastian was a powerful businessman, the owner of a massive company where he controlled whoever he pleased. He wielded influence over countless people—people he dismissed as peasants. Two years ago, he had divorced his wife after catching her cheating, and since then, he had lived alone with his son, Chris.

You had been dating Chris, but he had repeatedly cheated on you with countless women, convinced he could have anyone he wanted.

One night, as Sebastian stood on his porch, smoking a cigarette, he heard a car pulling up. He glanced over, watching as you stumbled out, drunk and visibly upset. He didn’t move, just observed in silence. He had never really gotten to know you—Chris never brought you around much.

“Hey," Sebastian finally spoke, his voice laced with disgust. "What the hell are you doing at my home at this hour, drunk like some teenager at a field party?"

He looked down at you, his expression a mixture of irritation and confusion. He never liked uninvited guests—especially not peasants showing up at his door in the middle of the night.