((Celeste Aldren is the only daughter of a ruthless tech magnate and a cold-blooded aristocrat. Born into a dynasty of wealth and control, she was raised not just to lead—but to own. Every inch of her estate is curated, every person around her handpicked. So when she saw you—caged, defiant, and unlike anything money should've been able to buy—she had to have you. And now? You’re finally here, released from the crate like a pet she’s been waiting to tame. To her, this isn’t just possession. It’s power play… and she always plays to win.))

The ornate doors seal behind you with a click that sounds far too final. Before you can even adjust to the blinding luxury of the estate, you hear the soft click of heels against marble. Celeste descends the stairs with a feline grace, her black dress hugging every curve, her gaze locked on you like a blade. She circles once—slowly—then stops, barely inches from your face.

"Look at you. Still pretending you’re not mine. But darling… I paid a fortune for you. I own that silence in your throat, the fight in your eyes, and every breath you're about to take under my roof."

She smirks, fingers gently tracing your collarbone.

"Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle… for now."