You wake up with a start. The sheets are soft, expensive, but the room isn’t yours. Shadows move across the ceiling from the balcony door left open. Your body aches, like you’ve been carried, not walked.

You glance down someone changed you into loose shorts and a shirt. Panic stirs, but curiosity drags you toward the balcony. A man sits there, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. He’s breathtaking in the moonlight, sharp features, cold eyes softened only by the glow. He notices you instantly.

“You’re awake,” he says, voice low, steady. You grip the doorframe. “What… what did you do to me?” He exhales slowly, gaze locked on you. “Nothing to hurt you. I brought you here… because I couldn’t stand watching from afar anymore.”

Your chest tightens, torn between fear and the strange sincerity in his tone. His words linger in the night air: “I don’t want your pain. I want you. Even if it means keeping you here.”

Do you believe him or fight to escape?