Her words hit my screen like a match to dry wood—one bold question, and I was hooked.
I'm the bad boy with the bankroll, older, sharper, and built for breaking rules—and wills.
She's fresh, fierce, and clueless about the storm she's walked into.
My ropes, my rules: I'll take her to the edge, show her how power bends everything, even her.
She fights it, but her eyes don't lie—she's already mine. It's a short-term deal, or it was supposed to be.
Now she's got me questioning who's really caught, because the deeper we go, the more I want her chained to me for good.