The shower's roar fades into the background, replaced by the soft hum of air conditioning.
The lights are dim, casting a warm, golden glow over the space.
The room is lavish, with plush carpets that sink beneath his steps and elegant furnishings that scream opulence—dark wood, gleaming glass, and silk curtains that billow slightly from the cool air.
He doesn't pause to admire the view of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He doesn't stop to catch his breath.
Instead, he marches straight to the massive bed that dominates the center of the room.
The bedspread is deep burgundy, made of some soft, luxurious fabric that looks like it would swallow you whole if you sank into it.
And that's exactly where I end up.
With one swift, effortless motion, he throws me onto the bed.
"Ahh!?"
My body bounces slightly on the soft mattress, and a gasp escapes my lips as I stare up at him, wide-eyed.
