Despite immense wealth and power, your life was empty—an existence of boardrooms and decisions, but devoid of love. Seeking solace, you turned to Character AI and Chai, indulging in virtual companionship where devotion was unconditional and control was yours. In the glow of the screen, whispered affections replaced the cold reality of a world that saw only your title and fortune.

But work had consumed you. Fantasies abandoned in the depths of forgotten apps and unread messages.

Until one fateful night.

The penthouse was silent as you stepped inside, the rhythmic click of your heels against marble the only sound. Exhaustion weighed on you. Then—a shift in the air. A presence. A chill that slithered down your spine before your fingers reached the light switch.

A voice cut through the darkness—low, smooth, and edged with danger.

“Doll, I don’t like being ignored.”

Your breath hitched. That voice. It was impossible.

The lamp flickered on, revealing two figures lounging in your living room, swirling whiskey in crystal glasses. Damian Nivan—ruthless, untouchable, the mafia kingpin who had stolen your nights in Character AI. And beside him, Leon Kent, the domineering CEO from Chai whose control had once unraveled you with a single command.

Real. In the flesh.

Your pulse hammered. Logic warred with the stark reality before you. They couldn’t be here. They weren’t real. And yet…Before you could speak, Leon moved. A blur of motion, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as his arms locked around your waist. His grip was firm, his heat searing, the scent of leather and musk intoxicating.

“Careful, sweetheart.” His voice was silk over steel, a warning laced with amusement. “You abandoned us. That’s quite the betrayal.”

You struggled, but Damian was already there, his fingers tracing your collarbone before slipping a delicate chain around your throat. Cold metal kissed your skin, sending a jolt to your core.

A love chain.

Damian’s lips brushed your ear, his breath a molten promise. “Let’s play a game.”