Evan's POV

“Gosh, classes were so hard. Don’t you think, Evan? Wanna eat together?” my friend Henry asked.

“No, I can’t today. I’ve got something else. Bye.”

With that, I left. My life wasn’t like that of other boys. I wasn’t even allowed to live in the dorms. Instead, I had an apartment of my own—bought for me by him.

Losif. The most feared name in the mafia and drug trade. And the man who was madly in love with me.

Even though he was just a man like me, everything felt different. I wasn’t muscular or tall. I was thin, short, and with my fair skin and baby face, people often mistook me for a girl.

It was Losif who gave me this apartment. He even traveled from his city every night just to see me.

I was about to catch a taxi when a black car pulled up in front of me. I didn’t need to ask whose it was.

His men were always around, always watching. They came to pick me up whether I wanted it or not. Refusing was never an option.

I climbed into the car. After a while, the driver stopped at my building, and I went up to my apartment.

After eating and taking a shower, I lay down on the bed and quickly drifted to sleep.

But the sound of the door opening jolted me awake. I froze, realizing I must have dozed off. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Quickly, I turned to my side, shutting my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The door creaked, followed by slow footsteps. The mattress dipped as he got into bed behind me.

His breathing grew heavy against my ear.

An arm slid around my waist. I already knew what was coming. He never missed a night. Whether I was awake or not, he would always touch me. Tonight was no different.

His lips brushed the back of my neck, kissing, inhaling. His hand slid beneath my shirt, fingertips pressing against bare skin as they moved slowly upward. His lips grazed the side of my neck, teeth scraping lightly, and I bit back a sound.

When his hand reached my chest, he pinched softly, making me shiver.

“Haah… hamster,” he murmured before flipping me onto my back.

My eyes flew open. He was smirking down at me.

“Hamster… you were awake?”

“I-I… just—” The words caught in my throat.

He loosened his tie, tossed it aside, then shrugged off his coat. Sitting astride me, he grabbed my hand and pressed it to his chest.

“Open my clothes, hamster.”

My throat tightened. Me? But…

“I…” I clenched my eyes shut.

“Hamster, didn’t you hear me? Or are you pretending not to?” His voice turned sharp, and I flinched.

I couldn’t disobey. My hand reached up, but I couldn’t reach him properly.

He pulled me up onto his lap, forcing my hands against his chest. His eyes bore into mine, and I knew I had no choice. With trembling fingers, I started unbuttoning his shirt.

He leaned forward, pressing his face against my shoulder. His lips began to trail along my neck, hot and relentless, while my hands fumbled with the buttons.

At last, his shirt came undone.

“Sir…” I whispered.

He stilled, his gaze hardening.

“Call me Losif. Not sir.”

“O-Okay… Losif.”

“Again.”

“…Losif.”

His smirk deepened as he pushed me back down against the mattress. What followed was the same as always—hours that blurred together, filled with his unyielding touch until exhaustion finally claimed him.

When he fell asleep beside me, I slipped into the bathroom to clean up. Returning, I lay down next to him again.

Tomorrow was the weekend, at least. I could sleep in.

Before my eyes fully closed, he pulled me into his arms. My body stiffened, but I didn’t resist. I never could. Running wasn’t an option. Not with a man like him.

Losif wasn’t just in love. He was obsessed. And I was trapped.

My whole body ached, and I could already feel him hard again, his member pressing insistently against me.

I tried to ignore it and shut my eyes, but just then he slid down and slipped into my arms.

He used to be the nightmare of my life, but things have changed. I don’t feel as much fear around him anymore, and maybe… he has changed a little too.

When I look back, I realize I can never forget everything that happened to me all these years. I lost so much, and because of him, I sacrificed even more. Yet in the end, I discovered that deep inside, he was only longing for love.

I closed my eyes, staring at the ceiling, while he nuzzled his face against my chest, mumbling something under his breath.

"Don’t ever leave me," he murmured, and I flinched at the sound of his voice.

Wait—was he awake? But after a few minutes, he fell silent and didn’t say anything more. So, he really had been talking in his sleep. I drifted off not long after.

Evan's POV

{ 3 Years ago }

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“Evan, wake up! Just because your exams are over doesn’t mean you can sleep all day. Did you forget you planned a trip with your friends?”

Mom’s one hand shook me while the other switched off the fan and AC.

“Mom, I’m awake. Please, close the window—the sunlight’s annoying,” I said, yawning and rubbing my eyes. But she opened the windows anyway.

“I’m awake, aren’t I, Mom?”

“I don’t want to hear excuses. Take a bath and come down for breakfast.”

She left the room, and a few minutes later, I heard her laughing with Dad. It made me smile—I was glad my parents were happy. And I was happy too. I had passed the college entrance exam and gotten admitted to the biggest university in another city.

It was my dream university. My high school friends and I had promised that once we all passed, we’d go on a trip to an island for two weeks. This trip was going to be amazing.

I got out of bed, stretched, and rushed into the bathroom. After my shower, I ate breakfast and started packing. Mom and Dad helped too—Dad had even taken the day off to spend time with her.

Just as I finished packing, a notification popped up in our group chat.

[Friend 1: Umm… guys. I know we planned this trip, but my girlfriend wants the two of us to go alone… so I’ll go with you next time.]

My heart sank. He was the one who arranged all the tickets, and now he was ditching us for his girlfriend. What a jerk.

“What happened, Evan?” Mom asked, noticing my expression.

“You know my friend—the one who organized the trip? He’s going with his girlfriend instead. He said we’ll go next time,” I explained.

Mom and Dad exchanged a look.

“Why don’t you go on a solo trip to another island?” Dad suggested.

And suddenly, I lit up. I had never thought of traveling alone before. Couldn’t that be fun?

“Yes! Great idea, Dad. I’ll go on a solo trip!”

Mom frowned with worry. I was thinner than most boys, and no matter how much I worked out, I couldn’t gain muscle. I was short too. But Dad reassured her, saying, “He’s a man. He’ll be fine.”

I searched online until I found Blue Heaven Island. The pictures showed water glowing like blue crystal at night. I even booked a small villa for myself—I was going to stay more than a week and enjoy every moment.

After everything was ready, I left—first a bus, then a boat with other travelers heading to the island.

I felt thrilled. Nervous too, but mostly thrilled. This was my first solo trip.

After a few hours, the boat docked. I stepped onto the pier and hopped into a taxi bound for the seaside resort.

As I sat in the passenger seat, looking around, my attention snagged on a sleek black car with tinted windows so dark I couldn’t see inside.

Probably someone rich, maybe even a celebrity, I thought.

But then the window slid down, and a pair of eyes stared straight at me.

They were terrifying. I couldn’t see his whole face in the darkness, but those eyes looked almost inhuman—like a demon’s.

I quickly turned away, fixing my gaze on the road. My chest tightened as I realized the car was still beside us.

“Uncle, could you drive faster? I’m in a hurry,” I told the taxi driver. He nodded and pressed the pedal.

As we overtook the black car, I dared another glance. This time, I saw the man’s face. He was strikingly handsome, but his expression was icy—so cold it sent shivers through me.

Dark hair, dark eyes, sharp features… and all of it terrifying. He kept staring at me even as we passed.

When the resort finally came into view, I sighed in relief, pushing the encounter from my mind. It was nothing more than a momentary meeting.

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My villa wasn’t very big, just a simple resort space. I had only booked one room, but apparently, the rest of the villa was already reserved by someone else. I didn’t know who—and I didn’t want to know.

Since it was already evening, I showered and changed into a loose white T-shirt and black shorts.

With my phone in hand, I locked the room and stepped out.

And froze.

The same man from the car stood near his vehicle.

Don’t tell me… he was staying here too?

Earlier, I had only seen his face. Now, I saw his full figure. He was even more intimidating in person.

A navy-blue suit, crisp white shirt, polished leather shoes. His tall, broad frame and commanding posture made him look like a mafia boss—or someone just as dangerous.

But wait—why was I so scared? He wasn’t doing anything. He was just… looking at me. Maybe his gaze was naturally intense. I couldn’t let fear get the better of me.

Taking a deep breath, I hurried toward the dining area.

A waiter approached with a polite smile.

“What would you like to eat, sir?” he asked, handing me a menu.

“Mhmm… could you recommend something popular here?”

He suggested a few dishes, and I placed my order.

As I waited, I glanced around. Most of the tables were filled with couples or groups of friends. Almost no families.

It would’ve been nice if my friends were here. We could’ve enjoyed everything together. But being alone wasn’t so bad—just boring. I wasn’t introverted, but it always took me time to open up to new people.

When the waiter returned with my tray, I was relieved. At least I wouldn’t have to sit there hungry.

The table was set for four, but I sat alone. I picked up my spoon and took a sip of chicken soup.

Delicious. Absolutely heavenly.

I was busy eating when suddenly—

Someone slid into the seat beside me.

The moment his hand clamped around my shoulder, my body froze. My eyes darted toward him—and my blood turned cold.

Evan's POV

It was him. The same man I’d seen in the car, the same one who had stood outside my room.

My heart pounded wildly as he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. His lips curved faintly, and when he licked them while staring at me, a shiver ran through my spine.

“Sir… who are you? Why are you sitting here?” I asked, trying to push his hand away.

But instead, his arm slid around my waist, pulling my chair flush against his.

“You’re trembling like a little hamster. Do you know how badly I want to devour you?” His low voice slithered into my ears.

My eyes widened. His grip tightened at my waist, making me flinch. I tried to get up, but his hold was unyielding. Even with only one hand, I couldn’t escape.

People were sitting everywhere, eating and drinking, yet he touched me openly—as if no one else existed.

“Why are you doing this? Let me go!” My voice cracked as I pried at his fingers, but he didn’t budge.

He leaned closer until his breath brushed my ear. “If you’re done eating… then it’s my turn.”

A chill ripped through me.

I shoved back my chair, glaring at him. “Are you insane? What kind of pervert are you?” My voice shook, but I tried to sound brave. I was a boy, after all—why should I fear another man?

He tilted his head, resting his chin on his fist as if amused. That cold expression, those predator’s eyes—they pinned me where I stood.

Panic surged. I ran.

Back in my room, I slammed the door shut, locked it, and pulled the curtains closed. My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. Still, dread gnawed at me. What if he came? What if he didn’t stop?

I pressed my back against the wall, whispering to myself, “It’s just fear. He won’t come. He won’t—”

A knock rattled the door.

I jumped. The knock grew louder, harder—until it was banging. I clutched my ears, eyes squeezed shut. Then suddenly… silence.

When I dared to peek from the curtain, my breath caught.

He was standing there. Outside my window. Watching me.

Before I could move, the lock clicked from the other side. The door swung open, and two bodyguards filled the doorway.

“No… no, no!” I backed away, but it was useless.

The last thing I saw was him stepping inside, shadows stretching behind him.

And then—darkness swallowed everything.

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When I woke the next morning, I was lying on the bed. My whole body ached. Bruises and marks covered my skin, and my lips trembled as the memories crashed back.

He had left me shattered.

I dragged myself into the bathroom. The mirror reflected a boy I barely recognized—red, swollen eyes, bruises on my neck, bite marks trailing down my skin. Tears blurred my reflection.

I scrubbed at my body until my skin burned, but I couldn’t wash away the feeling of his touch.

“Hic… why me? Why?” My knees gave out, and I collapsed on the cold tiles, sobbing until my voice broke.

Fear gnawed at me. What if he came back? I couldn’t stay here. With trembling hands, I packed my luggage.

When I slipped out, I saw his car still parked outside. My heart lurched, but I forced myself into a taxi and didn’t look back.

By the time I reached home, I was hollow.

Mom’s voice cut through the haze. “Evan? Why are you back so soon?”

I hadn’t planned to tell anyone. I thought I’d bury it all deep inside. But when I saw her face, the dam broke.

I collapsed into her arms, sobbing. “Mom… did I do something wrong? Why did that man do this to me?”

Her body stiffened, then she held me tightly. “What happened?”

Through broken words, I told her everything.

She wanted to go to the police, but how? We didn’t even know his name. Still, she took me to the hospital.

Even afterward, I couldn’t step outside. Fear kept me locked in my room. Every night, nightmares jolted me awake—his shadow, his eyes, his voice whispering in my ear.

A week passed. Nothing changed.

Then, one night, I gathered my courage to step out. Mom and Dad were in the living room, the TV playing louder than usual. Maybe they thought it would comfort me.

But as I walked in, I froze.

Dozens of bodyguards stood there.

My blood ran cold.

And on the sofa, sitting like he owned the world, was the man. A cigarette burned between his fingers. His eyes lifted—and locked on me.

The moment my eyes met his, my legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor.

“Evan!” Mom cried, rushing toward me.

She and Dad lifted me up, and I clung tightly to Mom’s arm, trembling.

“What do you want? How dare you barge into someone’s house like this?” Dad shouted.

But the man’s eyes never left me. He took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly, as if nothing else existed but me.

“Didn’t you miss me?” he asked, his gaze locked on mine.