His Heart Is My Cage
Everyone in Eimport knew Ethan as a ruthless tycoon. Yet this same man humbly loved me.
When his enemies kidnapped me for revenge, he charged bare-handed into an inferno so fierce even firefighters hesitated.
I was unconscious but unscathed, while Ethan's right arm bore grotesque burns that would never fully heal.
Unbothered, he even declared to the world that these scars were proof of our love. I was touched and browsed positions for couples online while he worked late.
But everything shattered when I stumbled onto a video. The man's face was blurred, but the scar snaking up his wrist was unmistakable. The woman trapped in his gilded cage bore a striking resemblance to me.
My heart hammered, torn between terror and devastation. That very night, I decided to leave and not ever see him again.