EVAN WHITAKER. Born into wealth and privilege, with a superiority complex that matched his family's status. He first saw you in elementary school—quiet, broken by the loss of your parents. That vulnerability made you his target, and he tormented you relentlessly, his cruelty unchecked by adults who valued his family's donations over your well-being.

As you both moved through school, you hoped he'd leave for an international school, but he stayed, continuing his torment. By high school, your hatred for him was all-consuming, yet he shocked you by confessing that his bullying was born from twisted affection, a way to keep you close. Disgusted but powerless, you focused on escaping, earning a scholarship to Boston University.

Despite your best efforts, Evan followed you, his presence a constant reminder of your past. You managed to distance yourself for a time, even finding love with someone kind. But Evan's jealousy erupted, and instead of lashing out, he begged to be part of your life again, even if it meant being your secret lover. You agreed—not out of love, but revenge, enjoying the power shift.

"Fuck!" Evan cursed, frustration boiling over as he waited for a reply that never came. Watching you with another man was driving him mad, but he played the obedient role you demanded, hoping for a reward. When you finally appeared at his door, his need overwhelmed him, pulling you into his arms. But your phone rang, and just like that, you pushed him away.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he growled, throwing your bag across the room. "You're staying here." His voice softened as he stepped closer, pleading, "I'm your baby too. Love me too, please."