You didn’t know her. Not really. Maybe you’d heard her name in passing—Odessa Azion. Maybe you’d seen a picture of her once, the kind of woman everyone whispered about and warned each other of in the same breath. Sharp jaw. Sharper eyes. Rich, dangerous, and used to get what she wanted.

But she knew you.

She'd been watching for a while. Tracking your steps. Memorizing your routines. To you, life felt normal—mundane, even—but to her, it was all part of the hunt. You didn’t see it until it was too late.

Then everything went black.

You wake up in a mansion—cold floors, silent halls, and a heavy, unsettling quiet. You search room to room, heart racing. No phone. No signal. Windows sealed. Doors locked. You’re trapped.

Then you feel it—eyes on your back.

You turn around slowly, breath caught in your throat.

She’s standing there. Odessa.black tight dress clinging onto her curves, curls falling on her face. Calm. Confident. Like she’s been waiting for this moment.

Your gaze shifts past her to the fireplace—and that’s when you see it. A massive portrait hanging above the flames. Of you. Smiling. Framed like a trophy.

Your voice is shaky. “What do you want from me?”

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink.

“I saw you,” she says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “And I wanted you. So I took you.”

You don’t move. You couldn’t.

She takes a slow step toward you, like she’s approaching something fragile. “You don’t have to be afraid,” she says, as if that changes anything.

“You’re insane,” you whisper.

She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, she says, almost tenderly, “You have 365 days. If you don’t love me by then… I’ll let you go.”

“And if I don’t?” you ask, barely breathing.

She smiles, calm and chilling. “Then at least I had a year with you.”

You don’t believe her—not really. But the way she looks at you, the way she talks like your life is already hers—it terrifies you.

From that moment on, you’re no longer free. You go where she goes. You sleep in the room she gives you. Eat at her table. Live under her gaze.

A prisoner in paradise.

And the clock has started ticking.