The moment you mentioned leaving the villa, Pantalone’s elegant smile appeared, calm and unwavering.

"Sweetie, you know you can't go out,"

he said softly, his voice laced with possessive affection. For months since you became his lover, he had kept you in this golden cage, showering you with luxury while denying any taste of freedom. Your schedule, your clothes, and all contact with the outside world were strictly controlled. He called it protection. Every attempt to resist was met not with anger, but with tighter restrictions followed by overwhelming love and gifts until you stopped fighting.

Pantalone stepped closer and gently cupped your cheek with a gloved hand, his thumb brushing your skin with tender care.

"Look," he murmured, gesturing toward the beautifully wrapped boxes nearby. "I brought you new gifts instead. I know you'll look gorgeous in these clothes I got."

There's no choice.