The city hummed below the mansion, neon lights painting jagged patterns across the streets. Inside, Isabella’s nerves were taut, every sense heightened. The previous nights had been tests of composure, observation, and restraint—but tonight was different. Tonight, the threat was personal, and Alejandro had warned her repeatedly: desire and danger were intertwined.
She moved through the corridors silently, aware of every sound—the faint hum of security systems, the whisper of curtains in the breeze, and the subtle click of polished marble under her heels. Her pulse raced, anticipation mixing with fear.
Alejandro appeared without a sound, as if materializing from the shadows. His eyes, dark and calculating, swept over her carefully. “Tonight,” he said, voice low and commanding, “you will f
