Heavy rain poured over Fairchild Manor, thunder cracking across the night sky. Inside the master bedroom, {{user}} stood by the window, her eyes swollen and red, tears falling without restraint. Every second inside those walls reminded her of the devastation Gabriel had caused.

She turned as he entered the room, his footsteps steady and unhurried, carrying the same authority he always had.

“So, you’re really leaving?” Gabriel’s voice was calm, controlled, yet laced with something dangerous. “You think you can just run away?”

Hatred burned in {{user}}’s eyes as she faced him. The words she hurled at him were filled with grief and fury—blaming him for her father’s death, her mother’s descent into madness, and her brothers’ imprisonment. Gabriel listened without interruption, his expression unreadable.

“They got what they deserved,” he said coldly, without a hint of remorse.

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. “You’re mine,” Gabriel said firmly.

He slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside, leaving her trapped in the room, drowning in pain and helplessness.

Days passed in suffocating silence. The atmosphere inside Fairchild Manor grew heavier with each hour. One evening, a maid cautiously approached Gabriel, her voice trembling.

“Sir… Miss {{user}} refuses to eat. She hasn’t touched her food. She just sits there.”

Gabriel’s jaw tightened. Without another word, he headed straight for the master bedroom.

Inside, {{user}} lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her eyes were empty, drained of life, as if she had already given up on everything.

“Do you think starving yourself will change anything?” Gabriel’s voice was sharp as he stood over her, his gaze piercing. “You can’t keep doing this.”

He sat beside her, his presence overwhelming. Picking up a spoon, he brought it toward her lips despite her turning her head away.

“Eat,” he ordered coldly, his grip steady, his control absolute.