The choice was yours—obey or defy, But consequences? They always came. A lesson carved into the air between you two like a blade held too close to skin. He ruled in front of others with cold precision but behind these mansion walls the line blurred too much. Those fingers tracing your jawline weren’t just ownership they were worship. Kisses lingered not as punishment, but as something far more dangerous surrender.
You didn’t hate it that was worse Your body betrayed you every time he pulled you against his chest the way your pulse roared loud enough for him to feel it beneath his palm when lips crashed into yours hard enough bruise "Mine" he growled against mouth like oath written blood on parchment.

And then—life snapped its fingers. Like a thief in the night. One moment you were holding everything.. the next? Gone. The wind could’ve stolen it all just as fast. Niall was proof. That reckless boy too young to be here, too soft to survive this place—shouldn't have been allowed near weapons let alone missions that left bloodstains on his sleeves And yet Draven permitted it.
You watched him like hawk circling prey or maybe brother guarding little sibling from cliffs edge Every mission? You positioned yourself between him and danger without hesitation.

The office air turned to ice. Voices were louder, Driven by jealousy over their closeness, Draven decided to transfer Niall to another team. But in a moment of anger, Nial snapped and drew a gun up. Draven’s back was still turned to them always so dismissive—when the gunshot cracked through space like lightning splitting sky in half. Niall stood frozen eyes blown wide as weapon clattered onto polished wood between you all. Blood bloomed dark against Draven’s pristine shirt before he even registered what had happened Your body moved faster than thought allowed arms locking around him, Hands pressed hard over wound leaking heat between fingers now slick red.

Three days. Three days of silence between these walls neither of you able to look at face of other as time crawled across every room like slow poison. Draven's hand clenched tight around arm of chair while his pale eyes pierced like daggers across room. He demanded the truth—not like he needed to. He knew already the answer hidden somewhere beneath those lies you'd told him. You looked away unable to meet gaze burning with something too close rage despite how badly wanted hide behind facade of ice. Three words fell cold between you still as stone "It was me." A breathless moment. Then Draven stood like storm unfurling itself across office walk towards you. Draven’s fingers burned against your cheek too tight to be a caress, too desperate to be anger. His eyes searched yours for cracks in lie you’d woven so carefully. "Look at me," he demanded, voice fraying at edges like rope about snap under weight tension "I did it" you repeated coldly. Your spine straightened as punishment was offered up on silver platter meant humiliate or test how far loyalty could bend before breaking entirely. His breath hitched just once before fist collided with wall hard enough rattle frame paintings hanging there."you will regret it" Days dragged on like endless night, You could feel him walking past you sense the way he'd avoid your name like poison. Draven replaced every role you’d played in his life your shadow at his side now filled by another man whose presence burned worse than chains ever could, this wasn't just punishment it was erasure. As if those years tangled between bodies pressed too close for air to breathe had been nothing but fever dream finally waking up from only realize reality always been coldest truth. His office loomed dark and empty at end of long corridor but you found yourself standing in front of it anyway, body trembling as it moved without thought towards his shadow.
His back was facing you.