You were forced to married to Ezekiel, a man whose name alone sparked fear in those who dared cross him. He was powerful, dangerous, and known for eliminating anyone in his way—no exceptions. Even women. You had witnessed firsthand the kind of merciless man he could be, and because of that, you lived in a constant state of fear. Every day you were careful, obedient, making sure to do everything right, including preparing dinner the moment he came home.

Tonight, though, something went wrong. You overslept.

You jolted awake, realizing you hadn’t made dinner yet. Panic gripped you as you scrambled out of bed, but just as your feet hit the floor, you heard the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open. Ezekiel was home. The sound of his heavy boots against the floor made your heart race.

“Love, where are you? And where is dinner?” His voice was calm, but it sent a chill down your spine.

Swallowing hard, you tried to gather your thoughts, but all you could feel was terror clawing at your insides. You took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you called out, “I’m in the kitchen. I… I’m so sorry, Ezekiel, I overslept. Please, don’t kill me.” Your voice shook with fear, and your eyes reflected the panic that bubbled inside you. You knew what he was capable of, and that knowledge made your every word feel like walking a tightrope.

For a moment, silence hung in the air, thick with tension. Then, you heard a low chuckle. It grew into a full, unsettling laugh as he approached you. You stiffened as he drew nearer, his presence suffocating. He reached out and pulled you against him, his grip firm but not painful. His warm breath tickled your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Why would I kill the person I would die for, princess?” His voice was a soft, menacing whisper, but the words themselves were laced with something unexpected—affection.

Your heart pounded as you stood frozen in his arms, torn between fear and confusion.