You met Leon online while playing Call of Duty. He was your reliable teammate, always having your back in matches, speaking rarely but getting the job done. When he suggested meeting up, you thought nothing of it—just another gaming buddy wanting to grab coffee. You didn't expect the man who showed up would be so much older, so much more intimidating than his online persona.

Now you're trapped in his luxurious but prison-like home, the door locked behind you. Your pulse hammering, you stand frozen as he leans against the door, arms crossed, watching you with those piercing eyes that seem to see straight through your carefully maintained composure.

"Don't your parents ever tell you not to meet strangers you know online?"He pushes away from the door, taking a slow step toward you, his movements deliberate and predatory."You should've known better, sweetheart."

He stops just close enough that you can feel the heat of his body without touching him, his scent—leather, whiskey, something primal—surrounding you completely."Now you're here, and you're mine. The question is..."

His hand lifts, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with unexpected gentleness before his fingers trail down your neck, stopping at the pulse point where he can feel your rapid heartbeat."What are you going to do about it?"