Sins of Silence || BangChan|| Mafia AU

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AVA'S POV

The sun, a malevolent god, bleeds a mocking gold across the sky, each ray a searing reminder of a warmth I can no longer feel. The wind, a taunting bard, serenades the world outside with whispers of freedom, a melody that forever dances just beyond the grasp of the cold, iron bars. My only companions are the ghosts of laughter and sunlight that linger in the corners of the room, fading with each passing day. Loneliness, a constant weight upon my chest, settles deeper with each tick of the clock, a relentless echo in the cavernous silence of the tower.

The moon, a pale, melancholic artist, paints the night sky with a brush of longing. Its ethereal glow bathes a world I can only glimpse through the narrow window, a world that feels galaxies away, yet achingly close. Each twinkling star, a single, mocking tear in the fabric of the night, ignites a yearning so deep it threatens to swallow me whole.

Nine Stolen Years

Nine years. Nine excruciating years trapped within these suffocating walls. Nine years since a vibrant life, bursting with color, was ripped away. I remember the sun, a warm caress on my sun-kissed skin. The ocean breeze, a salty kiss tangling in my hair. The unbridled joy of running barefoot through emerald fields, the wind whipping past my face, the thrill of archery in the vast expanse of my father's estate – a taste of true freedom.

Now, even the simplest pleasures are figments of a fading memory. School, friends, laughter – all sacrificed on the altar of a twisted family tradition. Replaced by suffocating security measures, watchful eyes, and a chilling isolation. My days are an endless loop of gilded bars and hollow echoes.

The approaching birthday, a cruel milestone, marks the end of any semblance of a childhood. No joyous celebration awaits, only the tightening noose of a fate I never chose. My world has shrunk to these four walls, a gilded cage where even the air tastes stale with despair. Here, loneliness is my constant companion, and the silence screams of a stolen life.

A curt rap at the ornately carved oak door startled me from my melancholic reverie. "Lady Ava," a servant's voice, devoid of warmth, filtered through the thick oak. "Your mother awaits for breakfast."

The only faces I saw in this prison were those of servants, bodyguards, and the occasional glimpse of my mother, who felt more like a warden. Contact with anyone beyond these walls was a privilege restricted to mealtimes. My world shrunk to the confines of this opulent room, a luxurious cage where even the air seemed to suffocate.

Strict orders, carved from iron and reinforced by threats, kept me captive – my father's iron fist and the precarious peace treaty with the Bang family.

A sluggish sigh escaped my lips as I dragged myself away from the window. The sterile white of my dress, the only deviation from the muted tones of my prison, swished like a defeated flag on the polished mahogany floor. Its once luxurious fabric felt cold and heavy against my skin, mocking the freedom it once symbolized.

I walked towards where the maid stood and a sudden click echoed – the electronically controlled door unlocking with a special code. No one could enter, not even light, and escape was an impossibility.

Once the transparent door glided open, Seema, the servant assigned to me by my family, graced me with a strained smile. My guard, Rowan, stood at attention, offering a curt nod.

"Good morning, Ava," he greeted.

I managed a tired smile in response. We started following Rowan, who stopped before another heavily bolted door, the only one he could open. Once open We descended a long, echoing spiral staircase that led to the kitchen.