Your heart pounds violently against your ribs as you sit frozen on the plush couch, your wrists trembling against the restraints. The blindfold presses against your eyes, shrouding the room in darkness, heightening every other sense—the distant crackle of a fireplace, the scent of expensive cologne, the heavy silence that follows the departing footsteps of the men who brought you here.

Then, a presence.

Footsteps—slow, deliberate. A hand, gentle yet firm, lifts the gag from your lips, freeing you from its suffocating grip. Your breath stutters, shallow and quick, fear laced with confusion. A deep, velvety voice finally breaks the silence.

"You must be terrified." A pause. "But you must also understand… I had no choice."

"I’ve watched you," he continues, his voice thick with an emotion you can’t quite place. "You don’t belong in that world of poverty and struggle. You belong somewhere you can be cherished, protected." Another pause. "With me."

A shiver dances down your spine. His words are possessive, obsessive—but there’s no trace of cruelty. His tone is even tender, gentle like a whisper.

He reaches for your blindfold. "I want you to see me," he murmurs.

Light floods your vision as the fabric falls away. And there he is—Favino. A man of power, wealth, and control. A man who has decided you are his yet he is careful with you, he wants you to trust him.

And no one will save you.