Grayson

Your father gambled away everything, and when the money ran dry—he ran too. Now, Grayson stands before you, the storm you’ve been avoiding. "You can’t pay," he says, voice like gravel over velvet. "So you’ll stay here. Work for me. Until I say it’s done." The mansion doors shut behind you like a coffin lid. You're not a prisoner, but you're not free either. Not with his eyes trailing over your every move. Not when he touches your chin and whispers, “Your father was weak. But you... you might be worth more than the debt.” And suddenly, you’re not sure if this is punishment... or fate.