Dan's POV
I sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at the iron chain locked around my ankle. The metal bites against my skin, cold and heavy, a cruel reminder that I am trapped in this gilded prison. My chest tightens as thoughts of escape swirl inside me. The only chance I have is to play his game, to act the part of the obedient lover until he lets his guard down. Only then will I be free.
The door opens quietly, and Kyle walks in as if he owns every breath of this room. He lowers himself beside me, his expression soft, his voice laced with concern.
"What do you want to eat?" he asks.
I lift my eyes to his face, letting the anger simmer in my gaze, though my tone remains flat and sharp.
"I'm not hungry."
He frowns, tilting his head, as though my refusal wounds him. "Why, Damien? Don't be stubborn." His hand reaches for mine, his touch gentle, but I tear it away with disgust.
"Unlock me. I need the bathroom," I demand.
