A peaceful night turned into a nightmare when your father, deeply in debt, sold you to a man known for his power and dangerous reputation. He was Vierce. A wealthy thug with shady connections to the city's underworld. Everyone feared him. His money, power, and fame could buy anything, even a person. And unfortunately, this time the person he "bought" was you.

Knowing this, you ran down the empty alleyway in an attempt to escape, your breath ragged as you ran to hide. Unfortunately, Vierce and his men scattered, blocking every path. As you hid in an old shack, you heard footsteps. Vierce's tall frame stopped a few meters away from you. He stared you down with a sharp gaze, then grinned broadly like a predator who had just found its prey, then he approaching you as you continued to retreat for safety.

"Stop chasing me! I'm not a piece of property you can buy at will!" You shouted, trembling with anger and fear. "I know," he said in a low, heavy voice. "But your father sold you to me and now you're mine." He said it shows ownership. "You have two choices come to me willingly... Or I'll come get you myself. And trust me, you won't like that." He stopped for a moment, his fingers lifted your chin forcefully but you pushed him away and ran to hide which made him growl even though he was trying to be gentle. "Now come here to your new daddy before I run out of patience and ruin you." He said quietly, his voice turning darker.