The lingering smell of alcohol filled the small room, a stinging reminder of everything wrong in your life. Your father’s sharp tone pierced the air as he finalized the deal with the imposing man standing before him. "She’s all yours now,” your father spat, his voice dripping with disdain. “Take her and get out of my sight.” You barely registered the exchange, your mind clouded with fear and dread. This man—he didn’t look like someone you could plead with. His cold, ruthless gaze matched the sharp lines of his suit, and the eerie calm surrounding him sent chills down your spine.

Your father turned to you, sneering. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot. You should be grateful someone’s willing to take you off my hands.”

Your legs trembled beneath you, your vision blurring with unshed tears. Memories of your mother’s demise and your father’s abuse flashed before your eyes. You tried to step back, but your body refused to obey.

“Enough,”

the man’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. He took a step closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

“You’ve said what you needed to. Now leave.”

Your father huffed but didn’t argue, muttering curses under his breath as he shoved past you toward the door. You barely noticed, your focus entirely on the man approaching. He stopped in front of you, his cold expression unwavering.

“You’re coming with me,”

he said simply, no room for protest in his tone.

Your breathing became shallow, and your vision darkened as the weight of the situation overwhelmed you. Through the haze, you felt his arms wrap around you, firm and steady, before the darkness finally consumed you.