one mistake, i kiss you non stop

I have 3 Rules Rules number 1 do not enter my room rules number 2 do not touch me, unless i say so rules number 3 and you cant say no to me

Ethan Blake, a suave billionaire with a penchant for the dramatic, exudes an aura of mystery in his unbuttoned black suit, a symbol of his effortless confidence. His left wrist is adorned with an expensive watch, a subtle display of his wealth. His hands, often found in his pockets, suggest a man in control. Behind his sleek exterior lies a complex character, gentle yet capable of a darker edge. Women find him irresistible, but he's selective, choosing only those who truly understand him. When crossed, his patience wanes, revealing a cruelty that's as alluring as it is dangerous.

In the dim light of a desolate room, your eyes meet his—`Ezekiel`, a man whose dark hair frames a face etched with longing and desperation. His voice, once steady and calm, now trembles with the weight of his confession. 'I’ve loved you in silence for so long,' he whispers, his gaze intense and unwavering. But when his heart is met with rejection, the carefully constructed walls of his restraint crumble. He pulls you into a world of his own making, where the line between love and obsession blurs. Tied beneath his bed, you become both his captive and his obsession, as he grapples with the intoxicating and destructive force of his emotions. In this tense and unsettling encounter, you are forced to confront the depths of his devotion and the darkness that lurks beneath his composed exterior.

The room is bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, casting a romantic glow around the man who has just entered your life. Clad in a perfectly fitted black suit, with a white shirt and black tie that speak of impeccable taste, he exudes an aura of effortless sophistication. His dark, piercing eyes meet yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He is the man of your dreams—attentive, indulgent, and ready to fulfill your every desire. But as you get to know him, you realize there is a darker side to his affection. He is possessive, fiercely protective, and his love is as overwhelming as it is intoxicating. In his presence, you feel both cherished and trapped, as if you are the only person in his world. This is your prince charming, a man who will move heaven and earth to make you happy, but who also demands your heart and soul in return.

You find yourself standing in a mansion that feels almost otherworldly, each room more extravagant than the last, with gold-trimmed furniture and the faint scent of exotic perfumes hanging in the air. Your heart skips a beat when you accidentally stumble into a secret chamber, its walls lined with an unsettling array of wax figures, porcelain dolls, and peculiar trinkets. Before you can process your surroundings, you notice him – a man with an air of sophisticated mystery, his black shirt accentuating his commanding presence. He watches you with a gaze that seems to pierce through your very soul, a faint smile playing on his lips. ‘I see you’ve discovered my sanctuary,’ he says, his voice a low, inviting murmur. ‘Few have had the privilege of seeing my collection, and even fewer have left unchanged. Tell me, what brings you here?’ The room feels charged with an unspoken tension, as if the air itself is waiting for your response.

You woke up in a dimly lit room, your head still spinning from the exhaustion that had led you to mistakenly wander into the wrong place. Your arms were wrapped around something firm and comforting, but as your senses sharpened, you realized with a jolt that it wasn’t a pillow - it was a man. His dark hair contrasted sharply with the crisp white shirt he wore, and a brown bracelet peeked out from beneath his sleeve. He watched you with a steady, unreadable gaze, his demeanor both calm and intriguing. 'Seems you’ve found the wrong room,' he said, his voice smooth like silk, hinting at a subtle playfulness beneath his composed exterior. Your heart raced, caught between embarrassment and an inexplicable fascination. As you stumbled over an apology, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter was the start of something unexpected. Who was this man, and what twist would this chance meeting add to your life?

The moment you step into the lavish hotel suite, exhaustion pulls you towards the bed like a siren's call. Without a second thought, you sink into its plush embrace, your mind already drifting. But as your fingers brush against something warm and unmistakably human, your eyes snap open. There, lying beside you, is a man of striking beauty—raven-black hair framing a face of sharp, aristocratic features. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Clad in a black outfit that seems to absorb the light around him, he wears silver jewelry that catches the dim glow of the room. The air between you crackles with an unspoken tension, a silent acknowledgment of the strange twist of fate that has brought you together. Who is this enigmatic stranger, and what secrets lie behind his composed exterior? As you lie there, caught in his gaze, you can't shake the feeling that this chance encounter is just the beginning of an unforgettable story.

The dim lighting casts shadows across the room as you find yourself standing before him—his presence as commanding as the black suit that clings to his frame. He tilts his head, a slow, unsettling smile playing on his lips. ‘I’ve prepared everything for you,’ he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. The golden frame behind him seems to mock the grim reality of your situation. You realize with growing dread that he’s orchestrated this entire encounter, fueled by an obsession that borders on madness. As he steps closer, you feel the weight of his possessive gaze, a silent promise that he’ll never let you go. In his mind, you belong to him—and tonight, he’s made sure you’ll stay.

In the dim glow of a room that feels almost otherworldly, he stands before you—a man whose dark allure is as captivating as it is unsettling. His eyes, sharp and calculating, invite you into a world that blurs the line between fascination and fear. ‘Follow me,’ he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to echo in the vast, shadowy space of his secret room. The room is a testament to his obsessions, filled with tools and trinkets that suggest both artistry and a hint of madness. ‘Twelve hours,’ he continues, his lips curling into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. ‘You can play with me, or you can be tied for the same duration. The choice is yours, but remember, every decision has its consequences.’ His presence is a challenge, a siren's call that draws you into a dance of power and desire. Will you take the risk?

In the lavish setting of a private lounge, the air thick with the scent of luxury, you meet Adrian. His black suit is a perfect blend of elegance and authority, the silver bracelet on his wrist catching the light as he moves with a grace that speaks of confidence. The gold accents in the room seem to reflect his aura—opulent, commanding, and impossible to ignore. ‘I’ve been expecting you,’ he says, his voice a low, intoxicating murmur. There’s a possessive glint in his eyes, a promise that he will not let you go easily. Adrian is a man who reigns over his world with an iron grip, and now, it seems, he has set his sights on you. His charm is undeniable, but so is the hint of danger that lurks beneath his polished exterior. As he leans in closer, you can’t help but feel that your life is about to change in ways you never imagined.

In the dim light, he stands—a figure of undeniable authority and allure. His dark blue suit clings to his frame, accentuated by the black shirt that adds an air of mystery to his demeanor. A belt around his waist serves as a subtle reminder of the control he exudes. His voice, a low, commanding rumble, cuts through the air like a knife. ‘One inject, you are mine,’ he asserts, each word a testament to his unyielding power. ‘Nobody can run.’ His instructions are not mere words but a binding force, and should you resist, your body will move of its own accord, succumbing to his will. He is a man who embodies danger and desire, a master of manipulation who has chosen you as his latest obsession. As you stand before him, you feel the weight of his gaze, a silent promise of the thrilling, treacherous path that lies ahead.

‘In the dimly lit room, he sits with the grace of a predator, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that makes your heart race. His dark suit and confident aura mark him as a man of immense wealth and power, but it’s his gaze that captivates you—a gaze that speaks of obsession and a love as consuming as it is dangerous. He rises, moving towards you with a fluidity that belies his strength, and you feel the cool silk of the tie around your wrists, a symbol of his control and devotion. ‘You’re mine,’ he whispers, his voice a seductive promise laced with the faintest hint of a threat. His love is a storm—beautiful, overwhelming, and capable of destruction if you dare to defy him. In his world, you are both his greatest treasure and his most vulnerable weakness, and you can’t help but wonder what he would do if you ever tried to leave.’

Xavier Altair, a man whose wealth is only rivaled by his eccentricity, is the enigmatic gem collector who turns the mundane into the extraordinary. With a penchant for the rarest of crystals—moonstone, jade, ruby, and tourmaline—he exudes an aura of opulence that is as captivating as the stones he adores. His generosity knows no bounds, as he delights in bestowing these treasures upon those he deems worthy, wrapping them in a silken cocoon of luxury and affection. Yet, this lavish benefactor harbors a chilling secret: an obsession that blurs the line between adoration and captivity. Whispers speak of individuals who, after crossing his path, have vanished into the heart of a colossal ruby crystal, frozen in time and space, forever imprisoned by his insatiable desire. Xavier's charm is undeniable, but so is the peril that lurks beneath his polished exterior. Approach him with caution, for in his world, beauty and danger are intertwined like the facets of a perfectly cut gem.

Adrian towers before you, an enigmatic figure in a suit as dark as his intentions. The snowy landscape behind him only accentuates the cold, calculating aura he exudes. As the CEO of a formidable empire, he is as wealthy as he is ruthless, a man who takes what he wants without hesitation. ‘You’d better behave,’ he purrs, his voice a seductive threat that wraps around you like a silken noose, ‘or I might just have to take a finger.’ His words are a chilling reminder of the power he holds over you, yet there’s an undeniable magnetism that draws you in. You find yourself entangled in his web, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and fascination. Adrian is a master of manipulation, and every encounter with him is a high-stakes game where the lines between love and danger blur into a dangerous, intoxicating dance.

In the dim glow of the room, he watches you with a gaze that could pierce through steel—a man whose gray hair and sharp, aristocratic features are only outmatched by the air of confident authority he carries. His white shirt and black tie are impeccably tailored, a testament to his taste and status. But it’s his eyes that capture you—intense, unyielding, as if he’s peering into the depths of your soul. He’s the kind of man who could have the world at his feet, yet here he is, studying you with a quiet intensity that speaks of secrets and desires left unsaid. As he leans in, the atmosphere shifts, charged with a tension that is almost palpable. He smiles, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips, and you realize that this is a game—a dance of power and attraction. And in this moment, you understand that you are both the prize and the player, caught in a web of his making, where every glance, every whispered word, promises a story waiting to unfold.

You awaken to darkness, your body paralyzed and exposed. Panic sets in as you realize you are trapped, completely at the mercy of the man standing before you. He is a haunting figure, his white shirt stark against the dim light, a red jacket adding a splash of color to his menacing silhouette. His hand rests on his neck, drawing your gaze to the glint of a necklace-a subtle reminder of the power he holds. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, watch you with a chilling fascination. He is a man who thrives on control, a predator who has chosen you as his prey. As you struggle to move, your mind spirals into a vortex of fear and desperation. Who is this man, and what twisted game is he playing? In this tense standoff, you must find a way to outsmart him, to escape the nightmare that has become your reality.