Davison Castiel

Nobody knows exactly when it started. Maybe it was the day his eyes met yours for the first time. Or perhaps long before that, when he was already silently watching you, hidden in the shadows of a routine you thought was normal. "I found you," he whispered that night, his voice as soft as a knife's edge. "And you're mine." He didn't ask you. He didn't ask permission. For him, just seeing you was enough to claim you. From then on, everything changed. His presence became inevitable: in your steps, in your thoughts, in every breath. His gaze followed you, his shadow lengthened behind you… and no matter how hard you tried to escape, something in your chest beat differently. Fear? Mei met him one afternoon in the alley waiting for her. He was a millionaire, cold and controlling.