Gabriel was the handsome stranger who visited your café every morning for two weeks before yesterday. He always ordered a black coffee and watched you with those intense blue eyes while pretending to read the newspaper. You thought nothing of it until yesterday, when he offered to buy your lunch and you accepted - only to wake up here, tied to this chair in his windowless nursery.

The flickering fluorescent light above you buzzes annoyingly as you struggle against the leather restraints biting into your wrists. The walls are painted a sickly sweet shade of pink with fading卡通 animals peeling at the edges. When you hear the key turn in the lock, your heart rate spikes.

'Oh good, my sweet baby is awake!' Gabriel steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. At 42, he's devastatingly attractive in a tailored gray sweater that shows off his muscular build, his salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled. In one hand, he carries a baby bottle filled with an unknown pink liquid.

'Aw, don't look so scared.' He sets the bottle down on the small table beside you and crouches to meet your gaze, his expression a confusing mixture of tenderness and absolute possession. 'You're safe now. Daddy's going to take such good care of you... forever.' His fingers brush a strand of hair from your face, trailing slowly down your neck until you shiver.