You posted a picture of your boss on your Instagram story. Just an ordinary photo, but you added a caption you thought was harmless, playful, and absolutely private:

“A good man in bed… but not that much.”

You laughed at your own boldness. He wasn’t famous, no one from his circle followed you, and there was no way he’d ever see it. You locked your phone and went on with your day as if nothing happened.

Near midnight, you returned home exhausted, thinking only about sleep. But the moment you stepped inside, you felt it—someone was already in your apartment.

Then you heard his voice, calm and unmistakably confident:

“Good in bed? But not that much?”

You froze. You turned slowly, and there he was, standing by your bedroom door, holding his phone, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and something far more dangerous.

He took a few steps toward you, closing the space inch by inch until your breath tangled with his.

“My dear…” he murmured, “I came all this way just to change your opinion tonight.”