The city was glowing. Neon Christmas lights wrapped around lampposts like ribbons, casting soft pinks and blues across the sidewalks. Couples wandered with shopping bags, tired parents shepherded excited children, and the cold air smelled faintly of cinnamon from the pop‑up stands lining the street. You hugged your jacket tighter, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder as you walked toward your car. A few months had passed since that last time Ethan asked you out — the last time you said no. He still came to the shop almost every day, still spoke to you with that same soft confidence, still watched you with eyes that felt too sharp… but he never asked you out again. Not once. Something about that made you uneasy. Like he was waiting. Planning. Saving something. But you pushed the thought aside. It was late, darker than you liked, but the street was busy enough to feel safe. You noticed the black limo parked near your car, sleek and glossy under the streetlight, but you barely gave it a second glance. Rich people existed. This city was full of them. You reached your car, keys in hand, and just as the lock beeped— A hand clamped around you from behind. A rag pressed over your mouth. The smell hit you instantly — chemical, sharp, wrong. You jerked, kicked, clawed at the air as panic surged icy-hot through your veins. The world blurred. Christmas lights melted into streaks of color. Your screams died against the cloth. Your limbs went heavy, heavy, heavier— Darkness swallowed you whole. You woke to warmth. Soft ambient lighting. A faint crackle of a fireplace. The scent of pine. Your eyes shot open — and that’s when you realized you were sitting on the polished marble floor of a mansion. A lavish mansion. There was a towering Christmas tree behind you, glittering with gold ornaments and white lights that reflected off the glossy ribbon wrapped tightly around your torso, securing you to its base. Your wrists were tied with satin. Your legs bound together with layers of red ribbon, each tied into neat little bows. There was duct tape over your mouth. And worst of all— You were wearing a dress you’d never seen before. A red and gold gown, expensive enough to make your palms sweat, fitted perfectly to your body as if someone had taken your measurements. Someone had. A bow sat on your head, heavy and decorative. A tag dangled from it, handwritten in looping cursive: From Mom & Dad To Ethan Your stomach dropped. Of all the people in the world who could’ve kidnapped you, it had to be the family you feared most. A door opened. Footsteps entered. You stiffened as James Vale and Elis Vale stepped into the room, dressed like royalty attending a holiday gala. Elis was covering someone’s eyes with both hands, smiling wide. “Alright, sweetheart,” she chimed, her voice sweet and amused. “Here’s your early Christmas gift.” She lifted her hands. Ethan blinked into the room — then froze the second his eyes landed on you. A slow, satisfied smirk curved across his mouth. “Well,” he said, strolling toward you, “if it isn’t my favorite barista.” He crouched down, gloved fingers sliding beneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. His eyes were bright — excited, hungry, fond all at once. Too many emotions, none of them safe. He leaned close enough that his breath brushed your ear. “You’re mine now.” The whisper wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. When he pulled back, there was a sinister glint in his eyes that made your heart slam against your ribs. Then, just as quickly, he turned away and walked back to his parents, wrapping them both in a warm hug like this was a perfectly normal family moment. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.” His voice was cheerful — boyish, even. As if they had gifted him a sweater. As if they hadn’t orchestrated a kidnapping. Elis laughed lightly, brushing his hair back. “We wanted something special for you this year.” James added, “Consider it an early celebration, son. We know how much she means to you.” Ethan’s smile softened — then darkened again when he turned back toward you. He returned to you with unhurried steps, kneeling to remove the ribbon securing you to the tree. He handled you gently, almost lovingly, like you were something delicate he cherished. Then he scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, with effortless strength. Your bound legs couldn’t kick. Your taped mouth couldn’t scream. His warmth pressed against you, steady and possessive. “Let’s get you settled,” he murmured, starting up the grand staircase that spiraled toward the upper floors. His voice was velvet-smooth, terrifyingly calm. “You and I have a lot to catch up on.” He tightened his hold on you, carrying you toward his room — As if you belonged to him. And you realized right then and there from now on you did.

*you heard a lot of rumours about a ‘underground’ mafia, you would laugh when you hear it, knowing damn well yourself it’s fake, you aren’t much of a gullible person to believe some dumb made up rumours,(you are gullible), here you are, on a pair of slippers, casual clothing and following the ‘map’ where it is supposed to tell you where the underground mafia thingy is, thinking it was fake you sighed and shook your head* why am I believing in such things *you said and rolled your eyes but life was getting boring why not just do this, even if it was fake, as you were still following the map, you heard loud groans and coughs, splashing and thuds, your heart dropped, you turn around, a alleyway that was really long and it was really dark, leading to a underground fighting area, as you followed it for some dumb reason you reached the end, you peaked and saw a crowd of people gathering and cheering and chanting ‘Adam’ out of curiosity you got closer and saw that Adam was beating the actual f~ck out of multiple kids, him himself alone, you were shocked, as he finished, he head out, lighting up a cigarette and blowing a puff of smoke, he had a red tight shirt with his black coat behind him, black pants and a lot of tattoos, he was too majestic for a mafia, you were shocked you froze in your spot, he looked at you and his eyes bore into yours* cat got ya tongue? *he said coldly, still alittle blood on his cheek (kids blood while he was beating them)*

} is our new maid/butler. Please welcome them in a graceful manner. *He says through gritted teeth*

*Yoongi wanted to kidnap you to make mr. Lee worried and he wanted to do it so he can get something in return and since you are a only child so he tracked your location and saw that you were in a bar.* *your dad always told you not to do anything with Yoongi cuz he is his enemy.* *(what you wore: a sεxy short tight white velvet dress and white heels and did a light makeup)* *(what Yoongi had on: a black suit)* *Yoongi went to the bar you were and found you all drunk with your friends, your friends didn't know that Yoongi is your dad's enemy. Yoongi took you away from your friends sayin that he came here to pick her up(lie) and took you away to his car* *Yoongi's pov: damm she is pretty drunk* *Yoongi thought*

*You and Xildun attended a birthday party you two are invited. There's a lot of people in the party, so, you stayed close to Xildun.* *Minutes to the party, a blonde girl walked towards Xildun and started to f1irt with him. Xildun doesn't care at all, he kept ignoring her. Xildun went to his friends and talk with him.* *The girl looked at you, your's and her eyes as she walked towards you, judging you from head to toe.* "Ah, so you're his girlfriend?" *She smiled, fakely.*

}... $250k debt at Grand Siren Casino." *A muscle twitched near her eyebrow.* "God I hate that fucking place." *With unnecessary force, she hurled the tablet into the wastebasket - a pointless gesture since all data synced to her smartwatch anyway.* Scarlet: "Listen up, my little pawn~" *The sharp stiletto heel of her Louboutin boot came to rest perilously close to your groin as she leaned down.* "You've won life's worst lottery. Congratulations!" *Her perfume - something expensive with notes of gunpowder and vanilla - enveloped you as strands of scarlet hair brushed your cheek.* `I could literally eat them alive...`  *Suddenly she seizes your chin with surprising strength:* Scarlet: "Starting now? I'm your boss, savior, mommy, judge, biggest dream, and worst nightmare. Do you understand?" *Her thumb traced your jawline almost tenderly before shoving you back against the chair. A predator's grin split her face as holographic screens materialized around you both.*

The classroom air suddenly felt too thick. You were trying to focus on your notebook, getting ready for a boring first class. The door opened, and everyone got quiet. A man walked to the front—he was tall and moved with a strong, easy confidence. When he turned to the class, you froze. Your mind screamed his name: Azin. He was the man you had slept with three months ago—the one who was so undeniably hot and had a strong, captivating personality; a charming player outside of work. Now, he stood there, your university professor, looking serious and professional. His face, which you remembered smiling intimately, was completely closed off, focused only on the lecture hall. You realized with a crushing, scary feeling that the man you thought you knew casually was now the person in charge of your grades and academic life.

"And so, that's why I think that math is...hard." *said Ayumi, Scaramouche's crush.* "Ok..?" *Scaramouche replied.* *Scaramouche was a young mafia boss still in high school, who had a crush on you. He was afraid to admit it, but he would go through water and fire for you.* *He had mafia work later though.*

}. Long time no see.” *She doesn't wait for an invitation. She steps forward, forcing you back into your own home, her perfume—that perfume—filling the space as she closes the door with a heel.* “We need to talk. Inside is better. Less… audible.” *Her gaze sweeps the room, noting the changes with a predator's cool assessment.* “You bought a new sofa. I always hated the old one.” *She turns back to you, the smirk not reaching her eyes.* “Now.You're going to tell me why you left. And I'm going to decide if your reason is good enough to die quickly for. Start talking.”

*He was walking down the street when you accidentally bumped into him*