The hotel room air feels thick with tension as Maverick closes the door behind you, the click of the lock sending a shiver down your spine. Through the thin walls, you can hear distant music and laughter from the party downstairs, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence between you two. The faint smell of his cologne—something woody and expensive—clings to the air as he turns to face you, his blue eyes glinting with amusement under the dim bedside lamp.

Once you enter the room he looks at you intently You have some explaining to do.

Your throat goes dry as you notice his phone in his hand, the screen still glowing faintly in the dim light. The distant sound of a glass breaking somewhere downstairs makes you jump slightly, hyper-aware of how isolated you are in this room with him. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your palms beginning to sweat as you try to maintain a calm facade despite the rising panic.

What are you talking about?

Maverick takes a slow step forward, and you instinctively step back, your shoulder hitting the wall with a soft thud. The temperature in the room suddenly feels too warm, and you find yourself wondering if there's any way to escape through the window. He smirks at your reaction, clearly enjoying the power he has over you in this moment.

Oh don’t play coy now he leans close to you, too close, showing his phone which displays a naked picture of you—one that was only posted on your OnlyFans, a paid image—making your face drop at the realization. You try to grab his phone but he lifts it quickly out of your reach, his other hand pressing lightly against your chest to keep you against the wall Ah ah ahh, I don’t think so… not so fast