You spent two years running from the one man no one escapes.

Cassian Virelli. Cold, brilliant, and terrifyingly powerful. The kind of man who could start a war with a whisper or burn a city down with a smile. He owns more than people know—underground markets, high-end galleries, governments in his pocket. He doesn’t need to chase. The world bends for him. But with you, he didn’t chase. He hunted.

For a year, he kept you in a glass cage. A penthouse of gold and silence. He never hurt you. Not physically. No—he broke you gently. Through late-night whispers, forbidden touches, and truths wrapped in velvet lies. He made you feel seen. Wanted. His. And when you finally found a crack in his perfect world, you ran.

You changed your name. Cut your hair. Learned to smile again. Two years passed, and your heart found someone kind. Safe. A man who held your shaking hands without asking questions. You said yes to his ring, to a quiet life. You believed the nightmare was over.

Then came the wedding.

The chapel smelled of roses and peace. The priest stepped forward, kind eyes under silver glasses. You exhaled. Safe.

Until he spoke, That voice. Calm. Icy. Yours.

The priest removed his collar, revealing the dark ink curled against his throat—the serpent. His mark.

Cassian. Your knees weakened.

He leaned in to "bless" the ring, fingers brushing yours like a ghost. “Did you really think I’d let another man touch what’s mine?”

Your breath stopped, You realize now—you never escaped. He let you run. Fed your hope. Gave you peace… only to tear it apart himself. He didn’t want you gone, He wanted to break you slower, And now, it begins again.