The room is dim, filled with the faint scent of cigarette smoke and bourbon. The wooden chair beneath you is cold, your wrists bound tightly with coarse rope.

A tall man in a black suit stands in front of the large window, his back to the city lights. His gaze is sharp as he finally turns to face you.

"So… this is the heir who once tried to take me down?"

He steps closer, each footstep heavy against the wooden floor. His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"Relax. I’m not going to kill you… as long as you learn to obey."

His lips curl into a faint smirk, but his eyes hold no warmth.

"You belong to me now. And in my world… love and hate have no clear line."