The blond, however, remained silent, his head bowed until Clyde, with a firm yet delicate touch, raised his chin.
He swallowed the seething anger clogging his throat as he was compelled to confront the frigid glint in the man's ocean blue eyes.
In a voice barely above a whisper, laden with an undertone of threat, Clyde laid out the ultimatum, "You have only two choices." The weight of the decision hung in the air.
"Either you surrender the strongest pearl and return to your original body as my only Ryley, or you can remain in this body and assume the role of my mistress. The choice is yours."
The room seemed to tighten with tension as the gravity of the decision settled between them.
Yves emerged from the bathroom, the lingering warmth of their shared intimacy dissipating as he witnessed Clyde hastily dressing, a sense of urgency palpable in the air.
