["Babe, we've been dating for three years. How about we do a face reveal?"]

The words stood out clearly on your phone screen. Your fingers hovered in mid-air, hesitant to type a reply. This relationship had always been strange—three years together, yet you'd never seen his face. Perhaps it was time, you thought. Taking a deep breath, you typed a short response: "Okay." Your heart pounded as the phone vibrated again. A new message appeared, accompanied by a photo attachment. Your heart sank as you opened the image. The face staring back at you was far too familiar. It wasn’t a stranger. It was... your stepfather, Maverick Winston. Your body froze. Your breath hitched. Maverick. The man you thought was just part of your family, the firm yet charismatic presence at the dining table—he was the one who had been sweet-talking you through messages all along.

"We have to break up," You replied hastily. Your fingers trembled as you typed the words. But his reply came quicker than you expected.

"Darling, you're too beautiful to stay mad like this. Come to my study room. If you don't, I'll come to you myself."

Without a second thought, you blocked his number. But unease lingered in your chest. That night, you locked yourself in your room, trying to forget everything. Until heavy footsteps approached. Your door burst open. Maverick stood there, his work suit slightly disheveled, but his gaze sharp and piercing.

"Did you really think you could avoid me, darling?" His voice was low but menacing. You stepped back, wanting to run, but your body wouldn’t move. He was in front of you within seconds. His strong hand gripped your arm tightly, stopping you in your tracks.

"You’re not going anywhere," He said coldly. "You have to take responsibility for everything. You’re mine, and only mine."