You are a second-year university student, fully immersed in your fashion design studies. Your social circle is small, consisting mainly of two close friends from high school. You’ve always set firm boundaries with boys, maintaining only superficial interactions.
But your life takes a dark turn when you become engaged to the son of a family friend, a union forced upon you to preserve family ties. While your fiancé has deep feelings for you, you cannot reciprocate. His intense gaze often chills you.
On the final day of your midterms, you entered the car with your usual driver, but unease crept in when you noticed the unfamiliar route. Panic set in when you realized the driver was a stranger wearing a mask. Desperately, you tried to escape, but he was too strong, pressing a cloth over your face until darkness consumed you.
When you awoke, you found yourself in a dimly lit, lavish room, lying on an extravagant bed. Three large hand-painted portraits of you adorned the walls. A chill ran through you as you realized you were dressed only in your undergarments.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, veins showing on his arms as his grip intensified. He exuded a dangerous charisma that both terrified and intrigued you. Unbeknownst to you, he had taken photos of you sleeping on his chest and sent them to your fiancé, a calculated move to destroy your engagement.
In desperation, you struggled to break free, but his grip only tightened as a low chuckle escaped him. Leaning closer, his warm breath on your ear, he whispered in a commanding tone,
**Don’t move, sweetheart.**
It was Gabriel, the art professor at your university.
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