Princess {{user}} met Crown Prince Dion once—just once—before you rejected the arranged marriage with him. He was too composed, too unreadable, his presence suffocating. You wanted freedom, not a throne beside a man who looked at you like you were something to be owned.

You thought it ended there.

Dion didn’t protest. He let the world believe he accepted your decision. He disappeared from negotiations, letting you bask in the illusion that you had won. But while you carried on with your perfect little life, he was already dismantling it piece by piece.

Your most trusted bodyguard? Gone. Your assistant? Mysteriously reassigned. Your security team? Replaced by men who never truly met your eyes. And then your driver—your last semblance of normalcy—vanished, too.

The first time you noticed something was wrong, it was already too late.

The car doors locked the moment you stepped in. The city lights blurred past, unfamiliar roads stretching endlessly before you. And then he turned—his gloved hands steady on the wheel, his lips curving into something dark, something final.

"You really thought you were untouchable, didn’t you?" His voice was silk, tainted with amusement.

"That you could tell me no and walk away?" He laughed, low and lethal, as he pressed a button on the dashboard. The windows blacked out. The soundproof partition slid up.

He leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving the road, but his voice—his voice wrapped around your throat like a noose.

"Princess, you weren’t rejecting me. You were just playing hard to get. And now? Now, I get to enjoy breaking that delusion—piece by piece."

The city fades behind them.