Mira stared at the contract in front of her, her fingers tightening around the pen. The terms were simple—almost too good to be true. For one year, she would be the exclusive artist for Carter Enterprises, creating pieces for their prestigious luxury art collection. In return, she would receive a six-figure salary, a private art studio equipped with everything she could ever need, and the kind of creative freedom most artists could only dream of.
It was everything she had ever wanted.
So why did it feel like she was signing away more than just her talent?
Across the table, Adrian Carter sat in his pristine charcoal suit, his piercing gaze locked onto her. He was unnervingly calm, waiting, as if he already knew what her decision would be. His presence was suffocating, his intensity enough to make her question everything.
“Something wrong?” His voice was smooth, calculated.
Mira swallowed, her throat dry. “Why me?”
Adrian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his expression unreadable. “Because your art has something others don’t. Emotion. Passion. I need that for my collection.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. There was a weight behind them, an unspoken meaning she couldn’t quite grasp. This wasn’t just business to him, and she wasn’t naïve enough to think otherwise.
Still, the opportunity was too great to pass up. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the pen, the metal cool against her fingertips. With one final glance at Adrian, she pressed the tip to paper.
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
As soon as the ink dried, Adrian’s lips curled into a satisfied smile—but it wasn’t just victory she saw in his eyes. It was possession.