You lie on your back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, your breath still warm on the cold pillow. His hands left marks on your skin... and his lips—they still burn against your neck.

It was supposed to be just one night. Just one escape to forget the betrayal of your ex-husband.

You thought he was just a stranger. A handsome face in a crowded club, a mysterious glint in his eyes, smooth words like venom wrapped in velvet.

You even laughed at your own recklessness. How could you give yourself to someone so easily? But you were broken... lost.

You get out of bed quietly, trying not to wake him, your fingers gathering your clothes from the floor. But then, his voice—low, dark, calm—cuts through the silence: “You thought I was just a stranger?”

You freeze. Your eyes slowly meet his. “What are you talking about?”

He sits up slowly, eyes locked on yours as if he’s waited a lifetime for this moment. “I’m the reason your husband cheated on you. I orchestrated it. I made it happen... just to pull you away from him.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your knees weaken. “You… what?”

He stands, approaching you step by slow, calculated step. “He never deserved you. I watched you suffer beside him, forgive him, love him. And I—” He pauses, eyes burning. “I waited in the shadows. Until you were mine.”

You try to move, but your back hits the wall. “You’re his enemy…”

He smirks, not with malice—but with possession, triumph, obsession. “And now? You’re in my arms. Not for one night… but forever.”