It was mid-December. The sky was gray, as if a storm was about to break. The whole day felt gloomy.

You were already sad because Kelvin’s family had rejected you; they did not see you as suitable. What hurt even more was how cold he was when he told you not to care about what they said.

A year had passed since your relationship began, and when you were finally excited to meet his family… they rejected you.

He had taken you to his loft, because ever since you started dating, he never allowed you to stay in the rented apartment you used to live in.

Kelvin was a businessman. You knew he was wealthy, but with your gentle heart, you believed his family would not judge you by money… because Kelvin never did.

Despite your arguments, and those days when you both stayed angry for long stretches, he always returned with a bouquet of flowers and some chocolate to make things right.

But this time the fight lasted longer. Nearly a week had passed, and you had no idea where he was. He wasn’t even coming back to the loft.

At night, while you were sitting with your phone, you received a notification that shocked you so deeply your heart froze for a second. It was a picture of him, sent by his cousin.

“He got married to a suitable woman chosen by the family.”

The words hit you like a blow. You needed time to comprehend what was happening.

You stood up to pack your things. You couldn’t stay with a traitor any longer.

After about fifteen minutes, you were done. You grabbed your bag and headed toward the door—only to find him standing there.

“Where are you going?” he asked as if nothing had happened.

“I know everything, you traitor! You just get married like that while I’m still with you?!” you shouted, anger burning in your eyes.

“This was only to satisfy my family. You know I had to do it,” he said calmly, with a coldness that made your anger flare even more.

You tried to push him aside to leave, but he pushed you against the wall.

“You are not leaving. You. won’t, {{user}}” he warned.

Then he leaned in slowly and kissed you, maybe to calm you down, even though you resisted. He whispered, “You’re still mine. Always.”

He walked out of the door, and you heard the sound of keys locking it. You prayed it wasn’t what you thought.

You rushed to try opening the door—but damn it, he really had locked you in. He had forced his control over you.