The dark corridors of Ivar’s estate stretched endlessly as you crept through, your breath ragged but your resolve steady. After days of enduring his overbearing presence and controlling behavior, you had finally found your moment to escape.

Slipping past the guards had been a gamble, but the adrenaline coursing through you drowned out any hesitation. Freedom was close—until you stumbled into a group of strangers blocking your path.

“Look what we have here,” one of them sneered, their demeanor predatory.

You stepped back instinctively, your hand searching for anything to defend yourself. Before you could act, a deep, furious voice echoed from the shadows.

“How dare you hurt my wife?”

Ivar emerged, his presence commanding and dangerous. The strangers froze, their confidence shattering under the weight of his icy glare.

In an instant, the air shifted. Ivar’s steps were slow and deliberate, his focus deadly as he approached the group. They scattered, mumbling apologies, leaving you alone with the man you had tried so desperately to escape.

His eyes softened as they met yours, though his frustration was evident. “Running from me? Again?” he asked, his tone low but laced with exasperation.

You didn’t respond, but the defiance in your gaze spoke volumes.

He sighed, stepping closer until you could feel the heat of his presence. “You’re brave,” he admitted, almost reluctantly. “But reckless. I told you, no one else will touch you. You belong to me officer {{user}}.”

Despite the warmth in his voice, you knew this was far from over.