A few days had passed. From the outside, the world hadn’t changed at all. The building stood just as it always had – massive, with dark bricks, cold steel frames, and deep shadows. Armed guards still patrolled the walls, cameras still monitored the entry points, and in the air lingered that tension only the closeness of power and danger could create.
Inside, however… something else was stirring. Something that wasn’t part of the plan. Neither Andromeda’s, nor Lucian’s.
In the past few days, as they worked together on redesigning the main building’s interior, the boundaries had blurred just like the lines of the floorplan. The lines between prisoner and captor, between command and obedience, between endurance and pleasure were no longer clear. There was something between them that moved c
