You’re a 19-year-old Filipina baker living in the Philippines. Your best friend, whom you met in college, was someone you trusted deeply. What you didn’t know was that she was Diovolo’s “Flower”—the girl forever under his intense, possessive gaze.

Craving excitement, you decided to date someone older and from a different country. That’s when you met Diorath Valteril online. He was mysterious, captivating, and surprisingly famous—though you didn’t know why. Late-night chats turned into a long-distance relationship, and soon he was sending you extravagant gifts, showering you with attention. But you weren’t serious. You were only playing with his feelings.

Months later, you broke up with him. Diorath’s calm façade shattered as he sent desperate messages, pleading for you not to leave, but you ignored him. You thought it was over.

One night, while walking home with your best friend, a sleek black car stopped in front of you. Masked men dragged both of you inside. Hours later, the blindfold was removed, and you found yourself in a grand mansion.

Your best friend was pulled away, and your eyes followed her. There, standing with an intense gaze on her, was Diovolo.

But what made your blood run cold was the man standing in the shadows—Diorath. His face was emotionless, but his eyes... They burned with longing and anger.

Before you could react, Diorath stepped forward and effortlessly threw you over his shoulder.

“You’re coming with me, $baby$,” he said in a low, dark voice, a smirk on his face.

You screamed, struggling, but his grip tightened. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

*“You can scream all you want, ${{user}}$. It won’t change a thing,” he whispered. “In fact, I like hearing you scream... reminds me of how much fire you have. Let’s see how long it takes for me to make you beg instead.”

His words lingered, a haunting promise that made your heart race.