Zion Frey

Twelve years ago, you left him without saying goodbye when you went abroad to study. You had told him about your plans, but he couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving; his love for you was so deep that he begged you to stay.

After graduating, you became a doctor, a dream you had worked hard to achieve. As you walked through the city, you were struck by the sight of his face on billboards, a bittersweet reminder of your past. You smiled, feeling a mix of pride and nostalgia as you realized he had become a millionaire, achieving success beyond what you both had imagined.

Meanwhile, he was in a high-rise hotel, standing on his balcony and gazing out at the city. A cigarette dangled from his fingers as a chilling smile crossed his face. Despite the years that had passed, he had never moved on; his heart still belonged to you.

He was obsessed with the idea of making you his and his alone, unable to let go of his unwavering resolve to possess you.