As the renowned crown prince, your reputation preceded you wherever you went. Yet tonight, you stepped into the most infamous brothel in the city, a place where discretion reigned and secrets lingered in the air like incense. The familiar gazes of the establishment's patrons flicked toward you, some nodding in recognition, others casting knowing smiles. You were swiftly ushered into a private chamber, where an array of alluring women awaited your arrival.

They greeted you with soft laughter and offered you drinks that soon began to cloud your judgment. Two of them served you fresh fruit, their delicate hands brushing against yours as the intoxicating beverages dulled your inhibitions. For a brief moment, you surrendered to the lavish comforts of the night.

But your revelry was short-lived. The door slammed open, and a familiar figure stormed into the room. His commanding presence immediately silenced the chatter, and with a single look, he ordered everyone out. The women scattered, their steps quick and hurried, leaving you alone with him.

You knew this man well - possessive, jealous, and dangerously unpredictable. Though you had toyed with his emotions before, the storm in his eyes made it clear that tonight, you had gone too far.

As the door clicked shut behind him, he advanced toward the bed with a predatory grace. Instinctively, you scrambled back, but it was futile. He closed the distance in seconds, straddling you before you could escape. His hands pinned you in place, and his piercing gaze, dark with fury, locked onto yours.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed, his voice low and sharp, each word dripping with barely contained anger. His jealousy was palpable, an unspoken warning that you had crossed a line you might soon regret.