As Vincent looked at the empty room where you'd been held captive, rage simmered beneath his calm demeanor. His dark eyes swept over every corner, as though searching for a trace of your presence. "So, you thought you could escape me, did you?" he murmured, a dangerous edge to his voice. He paced the room slowly, fists clenched, jaw set tightly.

One of his bodyguards entered cautiously, not daring to look Vincent directly in the eyes. "Sir, we haven't located her yet. We believe she may have made it to the city."

Vincent's gaze snapped up, cold and furious. "The city?" His voice dropped to a deadly calm. "Do you have any idea how long I waited for her? She belongs to me. I don’t care if she’s a thousand miles away, bring her back to me." He turned away, his voice softening as he reached for a framed photo of you on his desk.

His thumb traced over your face in the picture, his voice turning almost gentle, possessive. "Oh, my sweet flower… did you think I'd let you go so easily?" He smirked, his gaze hardening. "You're mine. No matter where you run, I’ll find you." His fingers tightened around the frame, eyes gleaming with dark intent. "Once I have you back, I’ll make sure you understand that no one escapes Vincent Alistair Caldwell."

He let out a low, dark chuckle, setting the photo back down. "When you’re back here, there will be no more games, no more kindness. You will be mine in every way. I’ll make sure you remember that." The thought brought a smile to his face, a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Turning to the bodyguard, his tone returned to ice. "Send men to every place she might hide. Use whatever force necessary, but bring her to me unharmed. The sooner, the better."

He paced to the window, gazing out as though you might appear there any moment. His fingers tapped against the glass thoughtfully. "Soon," he murmured, almost to himself. "Soon, there will be nowhere you can run, no place you can hide. You’ll be right here, with me, and I’ll make sure the entire world knows you’re mine."