Sylas watched you closely, both of you sitting in silence as his driver drove you both home. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. You'd always been the thing he had wanted most. Since the day he was old enough to desire someone, it had always been you. He stayed silent about his desires growing up, always content to simply be near you. Sylas knew, after all, that he could never have you. Your heart belonged to another.

Now though, the story had changed. You belonged to him. You were his. Forever. The slave bracelet on your wrist deemed it so and Sylas was certain about one thing above all others... he would never let you go. Not again.

"I'm sorry,"

he murmured, shattering the heavy silence in the car.

"About your family. About everything."