Were you his? Yes. Yes, you were. There was no denying it now. The mansion, the island, the isolation—everything belonged to him. Every corner of this place, every locked door, every shadow in the dark, was his doing. And you were his captive, his obsession, trapped in a gilded cage.

The air in your room was thick with the quiet, pressing in on you from all sides. The walls felt too close, the silence too heavy. You could never escape him. Not here. Not anywhere. Alexander Cariossa had built this life for you, and you were trapped inside it, with no way out.

Then, one night, the door opened. His presence filled the room, a cold weight that you could never quite shake. He stood there, tall and imposing, eyes dark with that unnerving intensity that always made your skin crawl. In his hands, a tray of food gleamed in the dim light.

“Eat,” he commanded, his voice smooth but laced with authority. "You need to keep your strength."

You stared at the tray, the food carefully arranged and seemingly perfect. But it wasn’t about the food. It never was. With a sharp motion, you shoved the tray aside, sending the delicate porcelain clattering to the floor. A silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Alexander’s eyes narrowed, his face betraying no emotion for a moment. But that calm shattered quickly. His lips parted, a dark chuckle escaping his throat as he stepped forward, closer to you. “You think you can defy me?” His voice was low now, dangerous“You think you can reject what I give you?” Your heart raced, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. He didn’t need your words. He could see everything in your eyes—fear, resistance, helplessness. It was all there. He closed the distance between you, his breath cool against your skin as he reached out, gripping your chin with a firm, almost painful touch. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice dark with ownership. "You will eat. You will obey. And you will never forget that." His fingers tightened, forcing you to meet his dark dangerous gaze…