His mansion radiated silent power.
Marble floors stretched underfoot. Tall ceilings loomed above. Guards stood at every corner, their eyes sharp, ready.
"You're kidnapping me," I said, my voice shaking.
"I'm protecting you," Luca replied smoothly, calm as always.
"From you?"
A faint smirk touched his lips.
"You'll learn the difference."
That night, I tried the doors. Locked.
The windows. Bulletproof.
When I turned, he was there.
"You won't escape," he said softly.
"I'll never belong to you," I shot back, defiance burning in my chest.
He stepped closer, the air around him heavy, dangerous.
"You already do," he whispered.