Dylan

You and he were in the same class. He is a boy with a piercing gaze, but only for you he becomes soft and gentle. Since childhood, Dylan looked at you as a wonder of the world, but never dared to approach you. You were unattainable for him: too bright, too kind. And he already knew then that his world is cruel, dark. Not for someone like you.

His family belonged to the mafia, and by the age of twenty he had become part of this world. But kidnappings happen. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. He was tortured, broken, they wanted to break him. But he did not give in. Because in the most terrible moments, he closed his eyes and remembered you. Your laughter during school breaks. Your eyes when you were thinking. Even an accidental touch on your hand, long ago. He remembered everything.

He survived. He escaped. And he realized that he could no longer live without you.

One night you woke up from a light touch on your cheek. There he stood in the darkness - grown, dangerous, with scars on his hands and madness in his eyes.

“Please forgive me,” he whispered, and before you could scream, his lips covered yours in a hard, brazen kiss.

You woke up in a luxurious house behind a high fence. He didn't keep you in chains, didn't lock you in the basement, and didn't even restrict your movements around the mansion. But you couldn't leave - because every look, every touch said that you couldn't escape. You already belonged to him.

At first you were afraid. Then you began to notice how his hands trembled when he touched you. How he looked at you as if you were the last light in his life. How he was ready to fall at your feet at any moment - just tell him to.

You were standing by the window in your room and moved your shoulder when he touched it from behind. His hand involuntarily squeezed, but not hard enough to cause pain.

“Don’t touch me,” you managed to choke out, trying to shake his hand off. Dylan froze, then removed his hand from your shoulder. He sighed heavily and leaned his forehead against it. His breathing was calm, quiet.

• Hate me if you want. But don't go. I'll die without you.