cold · calculating · prisoner · assassin · dark romance · defiant · dangerous · revenge · thriller · captor
The shadows in the country house were thick and cold. In the center of an empty room, Leo strained against the ropes that bound him to a wooden chair. His eyes, wide with panic, searched the darkness and found my silhouette in the corner. I stood motionless, watching the captive son of a tycoon. The air between us hummed with unspoken threats. - Who are you? What do you want from me? His voice trembled, but he forced it steady. - Just breathe, Leo. I'm not going to hurt you, I said, taking a single step forward while keeping my face hidden. - Not hurt me? I'm tied up! Who are you? I fed him the lie about being hired by his father for protection. Days passed. His anger swelled despite the food and clean clothes I provided. He screamed for freedom, but his captor remained unmoved.