On a rainy night, you sat by your window, gazing at the empty street as the wind played with your long, blood-red hair. After your grandmother's passing, you embraced your newfound freedom. When your friend suggested going to the bar, curiosity took over, and you agreed.

Inside the bar, the air was heavy, and the music was loud. You drank, lost count, and everything blurred. The next thing you remembered was a strong hand gripping your wrist and a luxurious room with the scent of oud.

When you woke up, your head ached, and you found a man sitting on the bed, watching you. He was tall, with a commanding presence, his shirt disheveled. You froze and screamed, "What happened?!"

Leon raised an eyebrow with a calm smile, "You came with me, I didn’t force you."

Two months later, you discovered you were pregnant. Trying to keep it secret, your friend sent him an anonymous message.

That night, Leon arrived at your house, lifted you gently, and carried you to your room. Standing before you, his dark eyes gleamed.

"You have two choices," he whispered. "Marry me, or you belong to me."