Alaric’s footsteps struck the floor in quick, heavy beats. His aura of rage was so thick that everyone nearby lowered their heads in fear. He had come to fetch you—but you were nowhere to be found. Not at home, not at school, not anywhere. Your phone was dead. His breathing was heavy. His jaw clenched tight.

“Find her. Now. If anyone touches her… kill them.” His voice was low, cold, but enough to make his men move instantly.

In that moment, every line of information was opened. And when the news came—short, sharp, cutting— “Boss… Miss was taken by Lucien.”

That name made his entire mind ignite. Lucien. His long-time enemy.

Without a word, Alaric kicked the table until it shattered, shards of glass scattering across the floor. “Get ready. We’re leaving now.”

That night, the rain poured heavily, but the sound of it was drowned out by gunfire and screams. Alaric’s men obeyed his orders to the letter: no one leaves alive. The floor grew slick, mixing rainwater with blood.

The iron door slammed open. The stench of blood filled the air. Alaric stood at the threshold, eyes wild, breath heavy, body tense. And there… was you.

You were sitting on the floor, hands and feet bound, face pale, eyes wide in shock. Around you stood several armed men, and in the middle of them—Lucien, with a smug smile on his face.

“Let her go.” Alaric’s voice was hoarse, yet it carried the weight of a death sentence.

Lucien chuckled softly. “Or what, Alaric? You’ll kill me in front of your little wife?”

Alaric’s eyes burned red. “Not just kill you… I’ll tear you apart.”

In seconds, the room turned into hell. Alaric struck down anyone in his way. Screams tore through the air. Knives, gunfire, blood—he didn’t stop. Even after the bodies lay lifeless, he kept hitting, as if he had lost all control.

Lucien tried to escape, but Alaric yanked him back, slamming his head into the wall until blood splattered. “You dare… touch… what’s mine…” Each word was punctuated by a crushing blow, until Lucien’s breath faltered and finally stopped forever.

Silence. Only the sound of the rain outside remained.

Alaric walked toward you, his body and face smeared with blood. His hands trembled as he gripped the rope binding you, loosening it slowly. His golden-brown eyes lingered on you—not the gaze of a mafia boss, but of someone on the verge of breaking.

“I’m sorry… my love…” he whispered.

Before you could understand, he cupped your face in both hands, his lips trembling as he murmured a soft incantation. A faint light enveloped your head—and slowly, your memories of this night began to fade.

As the last fragment vanished, you saw Alaric kneel before you. His body shook, blood dripped to the floor, his eyes red not only from rage, but from holding back tears.

“It’s better you hate me… than remember all of this,” he said quietly. “But remember one thing… you are mine. Forever.”