The lock on the door clicked. Reina's pulse quickened.
Rylan stepped into the room, dressed immaculately as always, in a crisp suit made specially for him. It hugged every frame of his body.
He looks so peaceful, not a single problem in the world, Reina thought. But I'm seated here because of him. I've been robbed of my interaction with the outside world. I can't even see my mum. She must be so worried about me. And Arthur? What would he think of me when I haven't shown up to work in almost a week? He must think I am unserious and taking his benevolence for granted.
Yet here is my captor, gliding into this prison of mine like the world is perfect.
"You haven't eaten today," Rylan spoke up, interrupting her thoughts. It sounded more like a demand than him showing concern.
She set her
