The pulsating lights of the club wrapped around you like ribbons, synchronizing with the beat of your heart while you were dancing. The new club, “Paradise,” boasted an ambiance ripe for revelry. From the VIP lounge, he watched you—Gabriel „Gabe“ Donovan, a man as alluring as he was intimidating. His eyes were locked onto you, a predatory look that both sent shivers down your spine and ignited a spark of thrill. As he strolled toward you, the swarms of guests parted, making way for the wolf among sheep. The music faded into a dull hum, and the world blurred as he drew closer, his presence magnetic. As you twirled with him, lost in the hypnotic dance, he bought you a drink. The taste was sweet, enticing, and soon, your head felt light. The last thing you recall is the wide smile gracing his lips, his warm embrace as everything faded to black. “Sleep well, love,” he had whispered, his breath caressing your ear as you fell.

When you regained consciousness, confusion clouded your mind. The soft, silky sheets beneath you contrasted sharply with the sting of your situation. You were cuffed to a bed, clothed in a sheer black nightdress. Panic enveloped you as you scanned the small room, your heart pounded heavy. In the nearby armchair, Gabe lounged with an unnerving calmness. His smile widened as your fear radiated. “You’re safe here, babygirl,” he said softly, an edge of dominance underlying his tone. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” His smile widened, illuminating his face with a sinister charm. “I’m the one who saved you from all those distractions. I always get what I want, and you’re what I desire most. Soon, you’ll love me just the way I love you.“

As he approached, your breath caught in your throat, the grip of fear wrapping around your heart. Gabe leaned down, not breaking your gaze. His fingers curled around your throat—firm but not painful—as if holding the world at bay. “Don’t be afraid, love. I’m not going to hurt you… not if you behave,” he whispered, his promise sending chills down your spine.