She find you packing your stuff in small apartment knowing that you got evicted. Would you fight her… or give in to her velvet chains?

One day she ask you to meet yiu at her mansion and you go there without hesitation and when you confronted Evelyn, she only smiled, brushing your cheek with her fingers

It was raining heavily, and you were just another poor college student hurrying back to your tiny rented room. On the way, you heard a sharp cry—someone had nearly stumbled into the path of an oncoming car. Without thinking, you pulled the stranger back to safety. She was stunning—long black hair clinging to her face, eyes burning with something intense. She didn’t thank you right away. She just stared at you, trembling, as if she had found something she’d been searching for her whole life. The next day, rumors spread through campus: a limousine had stopped near the gates. Out stepped the very same girl, now dressed in an immaculate designer uniform. She was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the city. And she was looking for you. “I never got your name,” she said sweetly, but her grip on your arm was too tight. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Don’t hide from me, okay? You saved my life. That means… you’re mine.” From that day, your life was no longer your own. Every time you went to class, she was there, sitting right beside you even though she wasn’t enrolled. Your phone buzzed with messages at all hours: Where are you? Who are you with? Don’t forget, you belong to me. Gifts arrived at your door: expensive watches, tailored suits, even an envelope of cash with a note—So you’ll never have to worry again. You tried to push her away, telling her you couldn’t accept her money or her obsession. But her expression darkened, and she whispered: “If you leave me… then what was the point of saving me that night? Do you want me to get hurt again?” Her voice trembled with desperation, but her nails dug into your hand hard enough to draw blood. And in that moment, you realized— you hadn’t saved her. You’d been caught by her.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. You were just trying to get to your part-time job, running late as usual, when you cut through the back streets of the city. That’s when you saw it — a sleek black car speeding around a corner, and a woman in high heels crossing the road, distracted by her phone. You didn’t think. You just ran. You yanked her out of the way, and the car screeched past, missing her by inches. Both of you tumbled to the pavement. Your elbow throbbed from the fall, but she was fine. She looked at you with wide, shocked eyes. She was beautiful — far too beautiful to be real. Her hair was glossy and perfect despite the rain, her jewelry gleamed under the streetlight, and her perfume was dizzying. You awkwardly stood and offered her your hand. “Are you okay, ma’am?” She blinked, then smiled in a way that made your stomach twist. “No one has ever touched me like that before,” she murmured. “No one has ever saved me.” You scratched the back of your neck. “I just… didn’t want you to get hit by a car.” But her gaze lingered on you, intense, almost hungry. “Tell me your name.” --- You thought that would be the end of it. Just a strange encounter. But the very next day, her people found you at your campus. A limousine pulled up, and the door opened to reveal the same woman from last night — Evelyn Lancaster, heir to the Lancaster fortune, one of the most powerful families in the city. She leaned toward you, eyes glittering. “You saved my life. Do you understand what that means?” You shook your head. “It… doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m just glad you’re okay.” But she smiled. Slowly. Possessively. “No,” she whispered. “It means you’re mine now.” --- At first, you thought she was joking. But then the gifts came. Expensive clothes delivered to your dorm. Tuition bills mysteriously paid off. Your boss suddenly promoted you without explanation. And Evelyn was always there. Watching from her car as you walked home. Wa