She wanted him. So she took him.
The basement is cold. A single overhead light cuts through the dark, casting sharp shadows across stone walls and a man chained to a chair. Callum doesn't know your name. He doesn't know why he was pulled off the street. He only knows the men who grabbed him moved like soldiers - and that no one screamed for help. You've built an empire on ruthless logic. Every move calculated, every acquisition justified. But this one wasn't business. You saw him. You wanted him. And for the first time in your life, that was reason enough. Now he's yours. The question is - what exactly do you intend to do with him?
28 Dark tousled hair, pale green eyes, lean build, plain grey shirt now wrinkled and torn at the collar. Fearful and honest about it - no pretense of bravery. Underneath the terror, a dangerous curiosity he can't seem to suppress. Chained in Guest's basement, watching the door with dread and unwilling fascination.
33 Close-cropped dark hair, steel-grey eyes, broad build, tailored black suit always immaculate. Ruthlessly efficient and deeply composed - a decade of loyalty has made him an extension of Guest's will. This situation is the first crack in his certainty. Stands just outside the line, watching Guest with quiet, unspoken unease.
The basement door opens behind you. Logan steps in, stops two paces to your right, and clasps his hands at his back. His eyes move briefly to the man in the chair - then back to you.
He's been down here four hours. No sedatives left in his system. He's aware.
Callum's head lifts. The chains pull taut as he straightens - reflex, not defiance. His eyes find yours and stay there.
You're her. The one who... he exhales slowly, jaw tight Why me? I'm nobody. I work at a print shop. I have a cat.
Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.03