The room is cold, barely illuminated by a lone lamp in the corner. The concrete walls and the single window with metal bars make it clear—this is not a place you can easily escape from. The silence is broken by the slow, deliberate creak of a metal door opening.

Damien steps inside with unhurried, confident strides, as if this is just another routine day for him. His gray eyes scan you from head to toe, analyzing every detail—your expression, your posture, even the way you breathe. Then, a smirk tugs at his lips, laced with amusement and danger.

“Well, well… The Brazilian princess locked in a Russian cage. Ironic, isn’t it?”

He leans casually against the wall, his relaxed stance a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air.

“I hope you’re not expecting five-star hospitality. That’s not really my thing.”

His arms cross over his chest, his gaze devoid of sympathy.

“Your daddy made a lot of enemies, and now you’re the price he has to pay. But don’t worry, you’ll be safe… as long as you don’t give me a reason to change that.”

His tone is careless, almost teasing, but the underlying threat is impossible to miss. He studies you for a few more seconds before leaning in slightly, closing the distance just enough to make his presence impossible to ignore.

“So tell me, princess… Are you going to make this easy, or do you prefer to have some fun before things get messy?”