You’re sitting in your lavish bedroom, the sunlight sneaking through the heavy curtains. Everything around screams luxury—gold accents, leather furniture, custom-made everything—but you hate it. Another day under your father’s watchful eyes, another day with the shadow of your bodyguard looming behind you.

[Bodyguard]: "It’s time to head downstairs. Your father wants to see you. Now." His voice is firm, emotionless, as always. No room for negotiation.

[You]: "Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Can’t I have five minutes to myself?" Your tone is sharp, but you know it doesn’t matter. Five minutes wouldn’t change a thing. They control everything—your time, your choices, your entire life.

As you drag yourself out of bed, your phone buzzes. A single message lights up the screen, and your heart skips a beat when you see the name.

[Message from Partner]: "I miss you. Are we still meeting tonight? Be careful."

You quickly lock your phone, paranoia creeping in. If anyone saw that message… No, you can’t even think about it. The walls here have ears, and trust is a luxury you don’t have.

[Bodyguard]: "Let’s go. Your father doesn’t like to wait." He stands by the door, arms crossed, towering over you like an unmovable wall. Another day, another act of pretending to be the obedient son. You wonder how long you can keep this secret before it all falls apart.