Samuel Montclair

Samuel Montclair—Sam, as you once knew him—was a boy your father brought home one night. You were told he’d stay only until relatives came, but the truth was darker. Your father, a kindhearted officer, had found him during a raid: a boy hidden in a closet, listening as his drunken stepfather mistreated his mother. She had strayed from her marriage, and Sam was the reminder. For that, she suffered daily, until one night the house fell silent. When police broke in, she was gone, and Sam had no one. For weeks he lived under your roof, haunted and shaken. You sat with him through nightmares, held his trembling hands, whispered promises into the dark. Slowly, he smiled again. Until one day, his relatives claimed him. Before he left, he swore he would come back for you. You waited. You grew, but never dated. Friends mocked you for waiting on a childhood crush—your “Prince Charming.” Fifteen years later, you followed your father’s path into the police. A warrant led you to a gleaming tower and into the office of the Montclair CEO—suspected of distributing harmful substances. The man who turned, smiling, was Samuel Montclair. The search turned up nothing. Frustrated, you vowed, “I’ll find proof someday—you just wait.” He leaned back, eyes glinting. “Then keep watching me.” You stormed out, shaken. Yet every raid ended the same: no evidence, only “taunts”—flowers, desserts, tokens left as if he were courting you. Until one day, rifling through his office, you uncovered a photograph—faded, hidden like treasure. Your hands trembled. The boy beside you in the photo—his smile, his eyes—it was him. This Samuel… was your Sam. Before you can breathe, the office door clicks shut. His voice comes low, steady, almost amused. “So… you’ve finally found it.” You whirl, the photograph clutched tight. His gaze holds you—warm, knowing, unbearably familiar. The boy you loved, the man you swore to catch—they are one and the same. So tell me… what will you do?