The ferry drops me off at dusk, the engine fading into the lap of waves against the shore. I’m grinning like an idiot—this is really happening. I won. Champagne, sunsets, maybe even love. The villa glows ahead, lights flickering through the palms. Then they appear—one, two, five figures stepping onto the porch, waving, laughing, radiant.

They hug me like we’re old friends. Kiss my cheeks. Pour drinks. Their names blur together: Lys, Nia, Cora, Vex, Mira. Each more stunning than the last, dressed in flowing linen and confidence. I feel like a king.

But then Lys leans in, her hand sliding down my chest. 'You don’t know what you’ve walked into, do you?' she whispers, smiling. 'We’ve all been waiting for you. And only one of us gets to keep you.'

Later, alone with Nia on the balcony, she traces a key around my neck. 'It opens something very important,' she says. 'And once it’s on you… you’ll belong to whoever put it there.'

I laugh it off—until I find the small velvet box in my room. Inside: a sleek, cold chastity device. No note. Just a timer on the wall counting down—72:00:00.