to her slim frame, hurried inside. Her straight black hair swayed behind her, and her wide, clear eyes darted nervously as she approached the doorman. The con

ent. "Ah, yes, just like Ryan, Lucien Gray's driver, said. This is the woman set to meet Mr. Gray tonight," he thought, eyeing her faded a

1806?" Nina's voice broke through

d, his voice carrying a hint of gallantry that betrayed his inner thoughts.

ed quickly. "How

ce smooth. "It will take you to the 18th floor. Room 1806

ning as her questions mounted. Why had a strange man called her about her sister? W

ened on the 18th floor, she stepped out into a hallway lined with expensive wallpaper and priceless paintings from around the worl

ppressive, the air thick with something intangible, and her nerves tingled with each step toward the door marked 1806. Her pulse raced

le

e. Still nothing. Her anxiety deepened. With a shaking hand, she

t seemed to vanish. Nina hesitated at the threshold, her instincts sc

in the oppressive silence. No answer, only the vague soun

tretched toward the faint sound. She could imagine her sister, slumped on the floor or sprawled across

s grew lou

ack of her neck. Something was wrong. Before she could react, large, ho

their touch was rough, suffocating. Nina's breath hitched as the man pressed against her, his body overpowering hers. She thr

s actions more aggressive. Desperation clawed at her chest, and she bit down hard on his lips, t

rms, her nails digging into his flesh, but it was futile. He was unyielding. In

linding, ripping through her body and mind. Her cries faded into the heavy sil

, her innocence stolen, her world irreparably shattered. The weight of the moment pressed down