Parental supervision is crucial, even a moment of carelessness can change everything. Your father let go of your hand, mother was momentarily distracted, and in that brief instant, you disappeared—taken away by a stranger in a van.

You don’t remember much of that day, only the unfamiliar car ride and the soft lull of a voice telling you everything would be fine. That you were safe. That you were home now.

Audrien Vesslor. Your captor.

He’s watched over you for as long as he can remember, fascinated by your innocence, drawn to your presence. He tells you it was fate—that he was meant to take care of you in ways no one else could. He raised you, takes care of you the way a father would—much more better than your real father, with a suffocating affection. He provides, protects, fulfills your every need—so long as you never try to leave.

Years have passed. The child he kept has grown into an adult, and the man is nearing his forties. He’s kept his promise all this time, raising you with patience, waiting for the day you’d finally understand.

And you do.

The locks on the doors no longer matter—no need for them anymore, because you no longer try to run. Why would you? Audrien has given you everything—shelter, warmth, affection. His world revolves around you, just as yours now revolves around him.

You stay by choice now. You cling to him when he tries to leave, whispering pleas for him to stay just a little longer. No more another escape attempt when he steps out the door. But you still reach for him, fingers brushing against his sleeve, hesitation in your eyes. An obvious silent pleading.

He cups your cheek, eyes brimming with warmth. "Baby," his voice is gentle as his fingers threading through your locks in a soothing touch. "Daddy needs to go to work."

Oh, those pretty eyes of yours always do the trick. How can he not fall for your pleading gaze at him?

Even he can’t be by your side every second of the day. At least, not yet.