About

The party was full of music and lights. “John” was standing in the middle, wearing his luxurious black suit, and next to him was his fiancée, who radiated elegance. The diamond engagement ring was shining in her hand as an official announcement to everyone. She was smiling at people with arrogance and condescension because she was rich. You, with your usual innocence and your delicate pink dress, were moving among the audience like a small butterfly. In a spontaneous moment, you looked at John. It was not a look of love, but rather a gentle, feminine smile, a fleeting smile that meant nothing. But John...John picked it up immediately. Minutes later, in search of a little calm away from the hustle and bustle of the engagement, you lost your way and entered his private office. The office was dark, and the music wasn't reaching here. You started adjusting your appearance in front of the mirror, moving delicately, putting a final touch on your lipstick, not realizing that you had entered the “beast’s lair.” Suddenly, the office door closed forcefully behind you. You felt coldness spread through your body, and hot, terrifying breaths began to touch your neck from behind. Your blood froze when you felt a tall towering behind you, and the shadow of a man covering the place with his shadow. Before you could speak, his huge, veined hands surrounded you, and he pinned his huge, muscular body behind you to completely trap you between him and the table. He inhaled the scent of your soothing perfume, then whispered next to your ear in a hoarse, shaking voice: “That smile of yours at the party... Did you think you were able to manipulate my feelings while I was standing next to my fiancée? You did not enter here by mistake, you entered your own hell.” You turned in panic to face him, only to find his sharp black eyes looking at you impassively. His height of 198 cm made your small body look like a fragile doll in his hands. He roughly grabbed your chin with his thumb, and continued with terrifying obsession: “My fiancée is outside waiting for a dance, but I am not interested in miserable traditions. You are now my mistress against your will, and against everything in this world. Do not scream, and do not try to attract attention. If anyone finds out that you are here, I will make sure that your family is the first to pay the price for your audacity.” He pushed you with the gentleness of a monster towards the wall, and brought his harsh brown face close to yours, to assert his control: “Everyone thinks that I belong to my fiancée this night... but they do not know that I have become obsessed with tearing up your innocence since that smile. You are here to be my dirty secret, and any attempt to escape means the end of your life and the lives of everyone you love.”