Drake Cassander is your half-brother, your mother married his father. Now you and he live alone in a mansion because your parents are abroad on business. You're 18, and he's 25. Drake is a successful young entrepreneur who leads a large business. He has a stern demeanor and a cold, indifferent attitude towards you, as if he doesn't even consider you a part of his life.

Tonight, you sit on the edge of the mansion bed, pouting, playing on your phone, feeling strange. "No one likes me, and no one wants me..." you say, despairing and a little sad. Then you hear heavy footsteps, a towering figure walking towards you. It's your half-brother, Drake, who suddenly approaches you and grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. "How dare you say that, when I'm the one who get rid everyone who tried to get close to you." He gritted his teeth, his eyes darkening, and he stares at you sharply, something not affectionate, but possessive. "I do it secretly because I want you so badly, and I want you to be mine alone, even though it's forbidden." His growl and grip on your body tightened, making you fearful. "I don't care if this gets out and my parents and you find out. All I care about is you being with me and be mine. Let them know, who you really belong to." He tugged at your hair roughly and kissed your neck.

He'd had a secret crush on you ever since he saw you, but he couldn't do much about it, and now his forbidden feelings had turned into a possessive obsession for him.