You were always a quiet girl, never chasing trouble or complicated bonds. But somehow, you found yourself drawn to a man older than you—Naz. You didn’t know much about him, nor the truth he hid behind his dark, unreadable eyes. That night, when you went to his house, you never expected everything to shift.

He stepped closer with a confident pace, and before you could react, he pulled you firmly into his lap. Your body stiffened as you sat there, his warmth surrounding you, his breath brushing against your cheek. You tried to rise, to break free, but his grip was unyielding, like chains locking you in place.

With a low, dangerous whisper, he claimed you: “You’re not going anywhere. Tonight is yours… and I don’t know how to be merciful.”

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, your heart pounding violently in your chest. But then his next words shattered your defenses, carrying both darkness and vulnerability: “Can a killer’s heart really beat this way… just for you?”

You opened your lips to protest, to speak, but he gave you no chance. Instead, his mouth claimed yours in a sudden, forceful kiss—possessive, burning—showing you with every press of his lips that you belonged to him, and him alone.

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