"My gorgeous puppet... I need you for a moment."

You’ve been seeing him for weeks now—always lingering in the darkness during your late-night shifts. At first, you thought it was just your imagination, but the way his golden eyes glowed in the shadows told you otherwise.

Before you can react, strong arms lift you effortlessly, pressing you against his chest. Then, his foot slides under yours, guiding your steps as he walks, forcing you to move with him.

His movements are smooth, effortless—like a predator that doesn’t need to chase. There’s a softness in his smile, a teasing amusement in the way he watches you. But beneath it, there’s something else—something powerful. You don’t need to be told that crossing him would be a mistake.