"Playing with Fire"

I wandered through the mansion, exploring room after room. I found a pool, a kitchen, and countless other spaces, but the one that intrigued me the most was the library.

It could be a great source of information and a way to pass the time.

I sat on one of the windowsills, reached for the closest book on the massive shelf, and started reading. But I couldn't focus. My mind kept racing, overthinking everything that had happened to me so far.

What if Damien isn't actually a bad guy? What if he just doesn't know how to express his feelings? Does he like me? Is that why he acts so weird all the time? What would happen if I chose to stay here willingly?

All these thoughts spun in my head, making me dizzy. Frustrated, I put the book back where I found it and sighed. Everything that's happening feels like a strange dream…

I stood up and made my way upstairs to the grand library, which had two levels.

So many books… I thought as I wandered through the shelves, running my fingers over the spines. I wasn't even sure what I was looking for, but I needed something—anything—to help me clear my head.

Hours passed.

And finally, I made a decision.

"I'll stay," I whispered to myself, the words feeling heavier than I expected.

As I walked toward the library's exit, my eyes landed on a set of books—one of my favorite series. I scanned the spines, noticing one I hadn't read yet. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and headed upstairs to my room.

On my way, I passed the large, locked door—the one I assumed was Damien's room. My curiosity lingered for a moment. Why did he put me in the room closest to his?

Then the answer hit me.

If I tried to escape, he'd know right away. Keeping me close makes it easier for him to check on me… Not a bad strategy.

Shaking my head, I entered my room and tossed the book onto my bed before heading back downstairs.

I made my way to the shooting range, carefully selecting a gun before beginning to practice. Time slipped away as I focused, every shot making me feel stronger, more in control.

He really does have enemies.

The thought settled deep in my mind.

If I want to stay, I have to be prepared for anything. Otherwise, I could end up dead.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear him approach.

The sudden weight of a hand on my shoulder made me jump like a startled rabbit.

A deep chuckle followed.

"Scaredy cat," he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I spun around, glaring at him.

"Ahh! YOU! HOW DARE YOU?!"

For a moment, I was genuinely annoyed. But then, despite myself, I started laughing too.