ELEANOR
The entire living room was filled with soft, echoing melodies as Armando turned on the music. Something smooth, gentle, but somehow suffocating too. I didn’t want to be here. Not in this situation, not in his arms, not anywhere near him. It felt like everything was slipping out of my control—even the littlest of things.
My life wasn’t my own anymore—every decision was being made for me. Everyone else had a say except me.
I glanced around the living room, noticing the space. It was just the two of us in this massive mansion.
Armando’s men were outside, probably stationed like statues around the compound while here on the inside was quiet, except for the music which made everything else louder. The silence between us, the tension in the air—it all seemed amplified by the melod
