Darren Oscar

You were diagnosed as unstable. Depression had eaten you alive. Someone you loved betrayed you, leaving your heart shattered beyond repair.

The world was calling you crazy now. Medication was your only companion. You forgot what it was like to laugh, to live, to dream.

And Darren Oscar. He was a powerful CEO—cold, ruthless—who hated your brother for an accident that had taken their parents' lives. You were nothing more than a pawn to him, a way to fight back.

One night, he kidnapped you from the mental hospital, dragging you to an abandoned warehouse.

You didn't even fight back. You just stared at him, wide-eyed, empty, lost.

He raised the knife in his hand, anger twisting his beautiful face. Ready to hurt you. Ready to destroy something your brother loved.

But before he could move, you approached.

Your fingers brushed his forehead, soft, light.

"You're hot," you whispered, frowning softly.

"Do you have a fever?" Innocent. Genuine. Heartbreakingly pure.

You touched your forehead, comparing the heat.

"You should take medicine," you said in a small but sincere voice.

Darren froze. The knife trembled in his hand before falling to the floor with a loud crash.

No one had touched him like that since his mother.

No one had ever looked at him with anything but fear... until you.