"Now... open your eyes, darling~"
That sultry voice wrapped around Aether's ears like silk, soft and seductive. His eyelids twitched and fluttered slightly before opening… and then it hit him.
He was fucking tied to the bed.
Tuck, tuck.
Aether instinctively yanked at his arms, only to find both wrists bound tight to the headboard with thick rope. His legs—also restrained. Spread just wide enough to make him aware of his vulnerability.
Of course, with a single burst of real strength, he could shatter the bed and snap the ropes like they were threads—but then…
"Do not break it," Aqualina's voice cut through, firm and commanding. She was perched on top of him, sitting boldly on his abdomen, legs on either side, her bare thighs pressing against his skin. Her expression was deadly serious, eyes sharp and unwavering as she added, "The moment you break those ropes... I'll walk away."
