I was declared dead before I ever stopped breathing.My name was erased.My body was sold.My grave was paid for in advance.In the underground world where power is currency and human lives are disposable, I was bought as a mistake that shouldn’t exist. A living body marked as dead. A secret locked behind glass.He wasn’t supposed to look at me twice.He wasn’t supposed to touch the glass.He definitely wasn’t supposed to want me.He owns prisons, not hearts.He collects control, not women.And yet… he watches me like I belong to him.Every crack in the glass is a warning.Every breath I take is an act of defiance.Because if I break free, I won’t be saved.I’ll be claimed.Dark. Obsessive. Psychological.This is not a love story.This is what happens after you’re already dead.