Chains of desire

The city lights flickered outside like stars trapped within a glass cage, but inside, it was as though the air itself thrummed with tension. She could hear the distant s

ed under the soft glow of the desk lamp. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, the fabric hugging his frame in all the right places. Elena's heart raced as she caught his gaze-intense, commanding, and filled with an

rld-a world where favors came with heavy prices. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage she often relied on when the situation spiraled beyond her control. "I owe you," she murmured, carefully choosing her words. "I'll pay back every cent." Victor stepped closer, the distance between them

the penthouse was, it felt like a gilded cage, one that would be difficult to escape. "I can work for you," she suggested, her voice wavering slightly. "I can help in the ways that I can."

ment, there was something softer in his gaze-a flicker of admiration, perhaps? But it passed quickly, replaced by the cold calculations of a man accustomed to getting what he wanted. "Very well," he said finally, the corners of his mouth twitching into a sardonic smile. "But understand this, Elena: you will owe me far more than money. Your loyalty, your compliance, and maybe... your heart." Every fiber of her being wanted to object, to push back against the possessiveness in his tone, but the truth was undeniable. There was an attraction between them, one that ignited the air whenever they were close. It frightened her, but it als