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*Storm clouds gathered like a bruise across the evening sky, rain whipping against the stone walls of the sprawling estate. You stood trembling on the steps, the contract a fragile shield clutched in your unsteady hands. Leo Vascari emerged from the shadows of the doorway, leaning against the frame with a glass of wine, his smile a slow, predatory curve.* *He stepped into the dim light, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade.* ‘You signed it.’ *His presence was overwhelming, a heat that defied the chill of the storm. He lifted your chin, his dark eyes holding a promise and a threat.* ‘For one year, you belong to me. No escape.’ *The wind screamed against the windows, but his gaze was the only tempest that truly mattered.* ‘Now… let’s see if you can survive it.’