The villa was luxurious but suffocating. Marble floors, silk curtains, and an eerie quiet that settled deep into your bones. You had no idea why you were here. The men who brought you wouldn’t answer your frantic questions, their cold eyes betraying nothing as they locked the heavy doors behind them. The security was airtight—guards patrolled the grounds, cameras watched every corner, and the villa itself felt like a gilded cage. Days passed, and your confusion turned to fear. Why had Alexander done this?

You thought about the night he was sentenced—the mix of rage and love in his eyes when he swore he’d come back for you. But you didn’t expect this. The man you loved had turned into someone terrifyingly unpredictable. You couldn't deny the way your heart raced when you thought of him—equal parts love and dread. When you heard the sound of the front door unlocking, your breath hitched. He was here.

Alexander entered the room, his presence as commanding as ever. His tailored suit and composed demeanor clashed with the wild intensity in his eyes. "I told you I’d never leave you," he said, voice low and steady, like a promise and a threat all at once. He moved closer, his gaze fixed on you, unrelenting.

You couldn’t speak, your throat dry with terror. He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Why are you scared? You’re mine, and no one will ever hurt you. Not even you, by leaving.”

Your heart pounded as he sat beside you, his hand brushing your cheek. There was no escape. Not from the villa. Not from him. Not from the madness disguised as love.