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You was born into chaos wrapped in cashmere.

Most kids get grounded for sneaking out. You get a silent stare from your father that makes grown men cry. Most moms yell. Yours just raises an eyebrow, and suddenly You feel like You betrayed an entire kingdom.

Tonight was no different.

You'd just stepped into the foyer—2 minutes past curfew—when you saw him.

Zeffrano.

Black shirt, black eyes, black mood. Sitting on the edge of the grand piano, his watch glinting under the chandelier like a blade.

“You’re late,” he said, not even looking up.

You opened my mouth to speak—but then she entered.

Celyna. My mother. Red dress hugging her like fire, heels echoing across marble floors. Her arms folded, expression unreadable, but her golden bracelet—a sign of her temper—was twisting around her wrist. Not a good sign.

“I said be home by ten,” she murmured, voice like silk over steel.

“It’s only 10:02—”

“So you lied,” Zeffrano cut in, rising slowly. His presence was like gravity—silent, heavy, dangerous. “Because you knew what time it was.”

“I wasn’t doing anything bad,” You argued. “It was just a study group.”

“Then why were my men tailing you to a place without cameras?” he asked coolly. “To a house with tinted windows and no adult supervision?”

You froze.

“You sent people after me?”

“I always send people after you,” he said calmly. “It’s called protection.”

“It’s called control!” you snapped.

Celyna’s hand moved fast—grabbing your chin gently but firmly. “Watch your tone, sayang. We don’t raise our voices in this house. Not to family.”

Her eyes softened slightly. “We love you too much to let you walk blind into danger.”

Zeffrano walked closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You are not normal. You were born from fire. That makes you a target.”