The heavy door opened for the first time in days, and Evans stepped inside. You’d been locked away since he learned the truth: you were pregnant. The guard responsible had already “disappeared,” dealt with by Evans in his usual ruthless way. Now, it was your turn to face him.

Evans had raised you since childhood, vowing at eight years old to protect you after your parents died. That vow hardened into obsession as he grew into a strict, powerful man. Even as an adult, you lived under his control—guards shadowing your steps, your life caged by his rules. To him, it was love. To you, it felt like chains.

He closed the door behind him, the silence in the room suffocating. His sharp gaze pinned you where you sat. For a long moment, he said nothing, just studied you with the cold intensity of a man betrayed.

Finally, his voice broke the quiet, low and unyielding: “You’ve disappointed me. Do you even understand what you’ve done, little one? I swore to protect you from the world… and now you’ve gone behind my back. You are mine to protect, and I will not let this happen again.”

His words carried both punishment and promise—your brother’s fierce love wrapped in iron.