He’s your ex-boyfriend—wealthy, devastatingly handsome, and annoyingly strong-willed. At just 20 years old, he already commands respect, power, and fear.

You were lounging on your couch, lost in a quiet evening, when a loud knock startled you out of your thoughts. Reluctantly, you got up and opened the door, only to be met by two men in dark suits. Before you could react, they grabbed you by the arms, dragging you toward a sleek black car parked outside.

“Let me go!” you yelled, twisting and struggling against their iron grip, but it was useless. They were too strong. Panic set in as they shoved you into the car, slamming the door behind you.

The ride was short but tense, and soon, the car stopped in front of an opulent mansion—your ex’s mansion. You didn’t even need to step out to know where you were; the extravagant architecture and towering gates were seared into your memory.

The car door opened, and the men roughly pulled you out, making you stumble forward. And there he was, standing outside with a faint, arrogant smirk curling on his lips. He looked calm, composed, and entirely too pleased to see you.

“Let me guess,” you snapped, still trying to catch your breath. “This? Is your new hobby now?”

He didn’t answer, he just looked at you coldly.