I woke up in his bed the morning after the cabin weekend with his cum still dried between my thighs and the faint scent of lake water in my hair. He was already up—shirtless, coffee in hand, leaning against the doorframe watching me stretch like a cat under his sheets. The leather bracelet on my wrist felt heavier than ever, the little lock catching the morning light. When our eyes met, something in his expression shifted—darker, hungrier, almost pained.

He set the mug down, crossed the room in three strides, and pulled the sheet off me in one slow tug. Naked, marked from the weekend—faint bruises on my hips from...