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She tries to move, but a sharp pang of resistance in her wrists reminds her that she is bound, though not with chains. Silk ties hold her hands together in her lap, soft but firm, knotted just tight enough to remind her of her place.
The door swings open.
He enters without hurry, without hesitation. A man who clearly owns the space around him. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in dark, crisp lines that contrast against the warmth of the room. His gray eyes make a piercingly, unreadable lock onto her, and for the first time, Evelyn feels something deeper than dread. Panic.
He studies her like an artist appraising a new canvas. No, not an artist. A collector. For a long moment, neither of them speak. He takes his time, studying her, assessing her, observing something that he already considers his. She can feel that she belongs to him now.
Finally, he speaks. “The pleasure’s all mine.”
Summary -- In the works