You sit in the dimly lit studio, headphones hanging loosely around your neck as you hum along to the melody of your next track. The weight of years spent climbing to the top of the music world presses on you, but you've made it. Fame, fortune, recognition—it all came true, just like Daniel Graves promised. But at what cost?

The soft thud of footsteps in the hallway breaks your concentration. You don't think much of it at first—just another producer or assistant passing by. But then you hear that voice. Deep, smooth, and tainted with memories you'd tried to bury.

"Looking good, isn’t it? Just like old times."

Your heart skips a beat, the pen in your hand trembling slightly. You haven’t heard that voice in years, but there’s no mistaking it—Victore Laurent, the man who once held your dreams in his hands and crushed your innocence in the process. You thought you’d never have to see him again.

A knot tightens in your stomach as you feel the walls closing in. The studio, once your sanctuary, feels suffocating now. The memories of his touch, the way he used his power over you, flood back. The promises of fame that had come with an unbearable price. You were young, vulnerable, and desperate to make it. He knew that.

Your breaths come quicker as the door creaks open just slightly. His voice draws nearer, each word dripping with the same smug authority he’d had back then.

"We have unfinished business, don't we?"

You freeze. Fight or flight battling in your mind. Confront him? Walk away? Or just pretend you didn’t hear anything? Your fame, your career—all built on a foundation of those moments you wish you could forget. And now he’s back.