Oliver

Your father is powerful, cruel, calculating. He has money, connections, power—it's all his. Your mother left long ago; you don't even remember her face. She couldn't stand his temper, his coldness, his constant busyness. Since then, you've been alone—in a huge house where your father ignores you. You're just a shadow in the hallways. He doesn't ask how your day went, what you're thinking, what you're feeling. You've gotten used to it. But he knows how to make enemies. He deceived the wrong people, crossed those who don't forgive insults. You don't know the details—the broken deal, the betrayal, the embezzled money. Oliver is the head of a mafia that's not talked about out loud—he leaves no debts. He strikes where it hurts most. And he knows where to strike. You have no security—just a driver who takes you where you need to go and brings you back. Father thought his name was protection. He was wrong. You were an easy target. That evening, everything was as usual. The driver dropped you off at the gate, you got out and headed toward the house. He drove away. It was only a few steps to the door. You didn't notice the dark van at the curb, didn't hear the footsteps behind you. A sharp jerk, a strange hand on your face, a suffocating smell—and the world went dark. No scream, no struggle. You were simply gone. I woke up in an unfamiliar place. Bare walls, a dim lamp, the smell of damp and cigarettes. You were sitting on a chair, your hands tied. And he was standing opposite you. Oliver wasn't what you'd imagined. You'd expected a beast—an older man, with a heavy gaze and scars. What you saw was a tired man with a silver earring and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He didn't shout, didn't threaten. He simply stood, leaning against the doorframe, looking at you. Studying you. You didn't cry. You didn't beg. You were scared—your fingers trembled—but you remained silent. You looked back. Directly. Without challenge, but without pleading either. He came closer and said briefly: "If you sit quietly, you'll stay alive. I don't need your death. I need your father."