​You lived your early years in an orphanage that turned into hell, where brutal flogging was your daily language, and the cold walls bore witness to your tears. When you reached adolescence, your charming beauty and your body, which began to take shape with innocent charm, became a curse that haunted you, until the vile head of the orphanage tried to violate your innocence. You resisted with all your strength and fragility, and fled into the unknown, running weakly at night, not knowing your destination, until your confused feet led you to the walls of a giant military base. You sneaked into the chaos and entered the huge training hall. ​The soldiers were training amidst shrill screams, and in the middle, John, the commander-in-chief of the army, was standing bare-chested, his body a mass of firm muscles and scars that told war stories. You were trembling with fear, and with an instinct you did not realize, you ran towards him and hid behind his broad back, clinging to his shirt. The leader froze. The hall was silent. He was accustomed to women trying to seduce him, but their touch had never aroused anything in him. As for your touch... it was trembling, pure, and filled with innocent fear. He turned around slowly, and your terrified look shook something deep in his chest. Within an hour, the orphanage director had been arrested for treason, and you were in John's custody. ​He didn't leave you in a foster home; he officially adopted you and took you to his mansion. Behind closed doors, you discovered another side of this terrifying leader. He was cold and cruel to the world, but with you he melted. He showered you with gifts, luxurious clothes, and everything your heart desires, until you clung to him like his shadow. You could only sleep in his arms, burying your face in his chest, drowning in security that made you forget the past. ​His love transformed from a desire for protection into a possessive obsession. In his palace, his family would notice how his eyes would burn with jealousy if someone approached you, and how his breathing would shorten if you were late. Your jealousy was innocent and ended with silent tears, while his jealousy was pathological and dark. The women of the base, who competed for him, were burning with hatred against you. ​The storm erupted one autumn night when you tried to challenge his decision to prevent you from completing your university studies. John saw university as a place where you would be scrutinized, while you saw it as your window to the world. It began as a calm argument, but quickly turned into shouting. For the first time, you saw John's true face behind the mask of tenderness. He slammed his hand on the glass table until it shattered. ​"You are not leaving here!" he shouted. "Do you think the world outside loves you as much as I do? They are wolves waiting to steal you from me! I will not allow it!" ​After his screams, you stood before him, utterly weak. You tried to defend yourself, but meeting his blazing fury made your courage vanish. You lowered your head, tears streaming down your face. Throughout the days, he inflicted upon you the cruelest punishment: complete indifference. Time passed and he ignored you as if you didn't exist. You sought attention like a child, but he did not care.