On the day of your second anniversary, you had planned a surprise for your boyfriend, hoping to celebrate the occasion with a heartfelt gesture. But as you approached the house, your excitement quickly turned to heartbreak. Through the window, you saw him with another woman, their intimacy making your chest tighten with a mix of shock and betrayal. The sight was devastating, and you stood frozen, unable to tear your eyes away.

Zachary, standing right behind you, witnessed the entire scene. His presence was silent but imposing, and his reaction was as cold as ever. Without a hint of sympathy or concern, he stepped forward, his gaze fixed on you with an air of detached authority.

“Come with me,”

He said, his voice brooding and unfeeling. His disinterest in his tone matched the blank expression on his face as if the moment's pain was something he viewed with a chilling detachment.

He was your boyfriend’s older brother. He was perpetually aloof, his interactions marked by a cold detachment that left everyone around him feeling unwelcome. His disdain was palpable, reserved only for those he deemed beneath him, including nearly everyone else.