When I woke up, the first thing I noticed wasn’t the light, it was the clean smell , expensive, like the air itself had been filtered through money. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft glow of a chandelier that didn’t belong in any hospital I’d ever been in. The sheets under my skin were silk, my body swallowed by their smoothness. The room was too perfect. Too private. Too him.

I wanted to know where I am ,my head blank.

I sat up too quickly, and the world seemed to be turning , a sharp rush of panic cutting through me. My chest tightened as flashes from...