AMORA’S POV;
As I sat there, staring blankly at the half-eaten food in front of me, my mind was anything but calm. Every word he spoke, every flicker of his gaze, seemed to pierce through me, unraveling whatever fragile sense of stability I’d managed to build around myself. His presence was like a force of nature, unsettling and unpredictable, and I was caught in its current, unable to find a foothold.
The grandeur of the room felt suffocating now, its opulence mocking the simplicity of my existence. I’d once believed that luxury meant freedom, that wealth could solve every problem. But now, sitting across from the man who held all the cards in this twisted game, I realized how wrong I’d been. Freedom had nothing to do with gold-plated cutlery or the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. It
