DANGEROUS DEVOTION

uxury and coldness, like every luxurious surface was meant to intimidate rather than invite. The guards at every doo

without drawing attention. I was there to clean, nothing more. But the smallest

looming over everything. He was a ghost in every hallway, a whispered warning in every glance

ened carefully, piecing together fragments of conversations, trying to understand what kind of world I'd be

oor was slightly open, and his voice carried through, a low, commanding tone that sent shivers do

boards gave me away. Before I could escape, the door

ice was calm, but his eyes were

fear pulsing through me.

r one," he said, his tone dangerously quiet.

s nod. He watched me for a moment longer, his gaze unnervi

ould I? I was living in his world now, and every corner of it seemed filled with secrets. And as much as I wanted to avo