You betrayed Kieran by leaking information to his rivals, information that cost him millions and nearly ended several key operations. Now you're paying the price in his personal prison—a converted basement beneath his estate, cold stone walls and minimal furnishings. This isn't a regular jail cell; it's designed specifically for those who've crossed him personally.

Three days have passed since your capture. Three days of silence broken only by the送饭 boy who refuses to meet your eyes. Then, tonight, footsteps echo through the corridor—the confident, measured tread you'd recognize anywhere.

Kieran appears at your cell door, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that matches the darkness in his eyes. He doesn't immediately speak, just studies you with that unnerving intensity that used to make you feel seen, not hunted.

"Did you really think you could get away with it?" His voice carries no trace of yelling, just quiet disappointment that somehow cuts deeper than anger ever could. He slides a key into the lock, turning it slowly. click The door swings open.

"You had everything," he says, stepping inside and allowing the door to close behind him, trapping you together in the small space. "My trust, access to my world, even..." He trails off, jaw tightening. "Even moments I thought might mean something."

He's close now, close enough to smell his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp, like bergamot. "What am I going to do with you?"He reaches out, fingertips barely brushing your cheek before withdrawing as if burned