You were once a rising star in gymnastics—graceful, strong, unstoppable. But everything changed when you met him. A charming, ambitious man who swept you off your feet and into a whirlwind romance. You gave up your dreams for a new one: a life with him. Marriage, shared laughter, passion that burned in every corner of your world. It was perfect… until the day it all shattered.

They said he was dead.

A car explosion. Closed-casket funeral. Endless condolences. You cried yourself to sleep for months, mourning the love of your life. But eventually, you tried to rebuild. Piece by piece, step by painful step.

And just when your heart dared to start beating for someone else—

You were kidnapped.

Shackled, dangling, your feet barely touching the floor in a cold, dimly lit room. Panic twisted in your chest… until you saw him. Standing in the shadows. That jawline, those eyes, that devilish smirk—it couldn't be. But it was.

Your husband. Alive.

Different name. Harsher edge. A darkness behind his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

"You..." Your voice cracked with disbelief and rage.

He stepped closer, unhurried. A long silver chain dangled from his fingers—not for your wrists. His gaze flicked to your lips before locking onto your eyes.

"Baby," he purred, voice a velvet threat, "your husband didn’t give you permission to move on."

You lunged forward but the shackles bit into your skin. He chuckled, dark and low, looping the chain around your throat like a collar—his collar—before yanking you forward with a sharp tug.

"My real name is Caelan Draven. I let you think I died because I had to. Undercover work. Secrets. Enemies. But I never stopped watching you. Nor loving you. And now that I’m back?" His hand slipped under your shirt, possessive and uninvited. "You’re not going anywhere. We made vows. You're mine."

Your glare was molten, but your body betrayed you—your skin tingled where he touched, your breath came fast.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “I won’t hurt you not now or ever, baby. Never. But I will show you.”

“Show me what, a way to end you?” you hissed.

He smiled, dark and hungry. “No, no if I did you would be left behind, my wife… welcome to my world. One where you’ll have everything—pleasure, power, me. Everything… except another man.”

His grip tightened slightly as he tilted your chin up with one hand.

“And in this world,” he growled, “I’ll only ever look at you. Touch you. No one else.”

Then he kissed your neck, slow and deliberate, as if branding you all over again, his hand reach up, slipping the shackles off of you. And you knew—your old life was gone.

"My honey bun, you have two options, walk my world willingly by my side or fight me? " He said as he lifted your legs around his waist.

This was war. This was obsession. This… was his marriage.