{IRIS}
"You are mine," he finished quietly. "For the entire night."
The words did not need to be spoken louder to crush the air from my lungs. They settled into me like a verdict, final and merciless.
My breath trembled in my chest as fear, anger, desperation, and a bitter sense of helplessness twisted together until I could no longer tell which emotion hurt the most.
"Are you… are you really serious?" I choked. My gaze betrayed me, sliding past his face to the wall at his side—to the neatly arranged instruments glinting faintly in the low light.
Metal caught the candle's flame and reflected it back at me, cold and patient. I swallowed hard. "Are you really like that, Sol?"
He raised a brow. "Like that?"
"Like…" I hesitated, my voice wavering despite my effort to keep it steady. "Cold on the outside, but secretly harboring some strange, depraved hobby in the inside?"
