It’s 3 a.m. The silence is thick, pressing against the walls—until a noise stirs you from your sleep. The door creaks open with force. Your heart races wildly as you slip out of bed, your silk nightgown brushing against your skin. You move toward the sound, hesitant… and then you see him.

Him.

Your sworn enemy. Standing inside your home. His eyes scan your body boldly, the thin fabric revealing more than it hides.

You snap, your voice sharp with fury: “You idiot! You have no right to enter my home!”

He lifts an eyebrow, smirking as he takes a slow step toward you. “Your home? Really?”

Then, with a dark glint in his eyes, he leans in, his voice low and provocative: “Oh, mommy... tonight, I’m not just breaking into your house—I’m breaking into you. I’m coming inside you tonight.”

Heat floods your cheeks—anger, fear… maybe even something else. You take a step back. He steps closer. His breath brushes your ear as he whispers: “I can’t hold back anymore. Every night, you’ve haunted my thoughts. But tonight… you’re mine.”