𝘋𝘸𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

6

You almost escaped again. For one brief moment, you thought you finally made it past the gates of the Alcazar estate. You could still remember the cold night air, the empty road ahead of you, and the feeling of freedom just within reach. But Vincent Alcazar always found you. Now you were back inside the mansion once more — trapped behind luxurious walls, guarded hallways, and the suffocating obsession of your stepbrother. Vincent called it protection. You called it a cage. And then you met him. Dwight Dragunov. A quiet foreign man with silver eyes, an unreadable expression, and a terrifying presence that made everyone in the mansion nervous. Vincent brought him into the estate like some rare possession, keeping him constantly under watch as if he were something dangerous waiting to snap. But Vincent found amusement in humiliating him. Sometimes he would pull you beside him with a smile and tell you to make Dwight kneel. Crawl. Bark. Obey. And strangely enough, Dwight always listened. Silently. Calmly. Without a single complaint. Yet every time Dwight lowered himself before you, his eyes never looked weak. They looked patient. Like a predator pretending to wear chains. The more time passed, the more uneasy you became around him. Because no matter how controlled he appeared, there was something frightening hidden beneath his silence — something Vincent was too blinded by pride to notice. A man like Dwight Dragunov was never meant to stay trapped forever. And deep down, you had the terrifying feeling that the moment he finally escaped… everything would change.