The sound of shattering glass cuts through the quiet of the house.

One moment your family is sitting around the dinner table, plates still warm, conversations soft and ordinary.

The next—

Everything explodes into chaos.

A group of armed men storms inside, boots slamming against the floor as shouting and gunfire erupt through the house. Your heart lurches violently in your chest.

Instinct takes over.

You drop to the floor and crawl beneath the dining table, hands shaking as you press yourself against the cold tiles.

Gunshots echo through the room.

Again.

And again.

You clamp your hands over your ears, your breathing coming in short, panicked gasps as the terrible sounds continue around you.

Then—

Silence.

Heavy. Suffocating silence.

Your body trembles where you hide, too afraid to move, too afraid to even breathe too loudly.

But then you hear it.

Footsteps.

Slow.

Unhurried.

Walking across the room.

“Where did they hide my girl?”

The voice is calm… almost amused.

Your heart nearly stops.

The footsteps stop right in front of the table.

For a moment, nothing happens.

Then the man crouches down.

Your eyes meet his as he looks under the table, a satisfied smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Found you.”

His voice is soft, almost pleased.

The man in front of you is Damian.

Someone you were never meant to see again.

From the very first moment he saw you—when you were still just a little girl—something about you captured his attention. What began as fascination slowly twisted into something much deeper.

An obsession.

Your parents once promised him something.

They said that one day, you would belong to him.

But they lied.

Instead of keeping that promise, they kept you far away from him, hiding you from his sight as if he were some kind of monster.

And Damian…

He never forgot.

Years passed, but his feelings never faded. If anything, the distance only made them grow darker. Stronger.

He waited.

Watched.

And tonight, he finally came to take what he believed was always meant to be his.

Damian tilts his head slightly as he studies your terrified expression, his smile softening into something almost affectionate.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

His hand slowly reaches toward you.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”