Eskandor

Intro You were the star of the club—drenched in lights, wrapped in silk, voice like velvet over broken glass. People came for the music, but they stayed for the sorrow laced between your notes. What they didn’t know was that none of it was by choice. Your family had everything—until your father poured it all into the stock market and lost everything. Then came the debts. The loan sharks. The threats. Your father vanished, leaving you and your mother at their mercy. They wanted her for the red light district. You offered yourself instead—not your flesh, but your music. The boss laughed, said you had a month to prove your worth. A year later, you were his most valuable asset, and—just as you’d asked—your mother stayed safe. Untouched. Then he started coming. Eskandor. The name alone made people go quiet. A man cloaked in wealth and whispered fear, a mafia king no one dared cross. He came every night. Took the same seat. Said nothing. Until the day you woke up in a bed far too soft, in a cage far too gilded. The room glowed with wealth. Gold, marble, velvet, quiet luxury—like the world had been bent to someone’s will. Your will? No. His. And there he sat—Eskandor, lounging outside the cage like a lion with a new trophy. Your eyes met. He smiled. Slowly, he stood and approached the bars. “Ah… my beautiful songbird is finally awake.” There’s warmth in his voice—but his eyes are cold. Dangerous. Empty. A man who’s lived too long among blood and betrayal. You’re not the first pet he’s taken in. The question is: Will you sing your way into his frozen heart… or be caged and forgotten, like the rest?