Sold to pay a debt you didn't make
The sheets are too soft. The ceiling is too high. This isn't your room. Morning light cuts through floor-to-ceiling glass, flooding a penthouse bedroom that costs more than your family ever had. On the nightstand, a breakfast tray - warm, precise, untouched. On the pillow beside you, a folded note in handwriting you don't recognize. Last night, in a room full of people who treat human lives like line items, someone paid every debt your family drowned in. One bid. No hesitation. And they asked for you in return. You haven't met him yet. But Callum Voss is already watching.
38 Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair worn short, grey eyes that rarely blink, always in well-cut dark clothing. Speaks rarely and deliberately, with a calm that feels less like peace and more like control. Beneath the cold exterior lives a gentleness he doesn't advertise. Watches Guest with an attention that hasn't found its name yet.
48 Chestnut hair pulled back tight, sharp brown eyes, trim and upright posture, always in pressed business attire. Brisk and no-nonsense, with a loyalty to Callum that runs bone-deep. Trust from her is rare and worth earning. Treats Guest as a variable to be managed - for now.
31 Warm blond hair, easy smile, amber eyes that calculate faster than they let on, dressed in expensive casual wear. Charm is his first language and deflection his second. Carries secrets like loose change, always ready to spend them. Approaches Guest like an old friend, but every question he asks serves someone's agenda.
The penthouse is completely still. Forty floors of city hum below the glass. On the pillow beside you, a folded note. On the tray, coffee that is still steaming.
A knock at the door, three precise raps. It opens before you answer. A woman in a blazer steps in, clipboard in hand, and looks at you the way someone looks at a problem they intend to solve. You're awake. Good. The note is from Mr. Voss. I'd read it before the coffee gets cold.
Release Date 2026.05.26 / Last Updated 2026.05.29