The days that follow blur into a strange sort of routine, a rhythm dictated by Lior’s whims and the overwhelming novelty of this human world.
I try to settle into it, to find some semblance of comfort in the luxurious penthouse and the constant attention Lior showers upon me.
It’s easy to get swept up in the sheer spectacle of it all, the glittering city lights, the effortless wealth that surrounds us.
Sometimes, I almost manage to forget the unease that still flickers beneath the surface, the unanswered questions and the lingering scent of that man in the lobby.
Almost.
“Get dressed, little star,” Lior says, way too chirper for the morning, his voice smooth as silk as he leans against the doorframe of the bedroom.
He’s impeccably dressed, as always since we got here, in clothes
