The air inside Rylan's home was thick—not with warmth, but with something far heavier.
Elian stepped further in, his movements poised, unbothered—or so he pretended. He knew he was being watched. Measured. Rylan followed, his presence a quiet but suffocating force.
The grand space around them was sleek, luxurious, but devoid of any real comfort. Everything here existed to impress or intimidate.
Elian was neither.
He turned slightly, meeting Rylan's gaze with calm detachment. The man had been watching him the entire time.
Rylan smiled, slow and knowing. "You seem tense."
Elian raised a brow, giving him nothing. "Should I be?"
A soft chuckle. Rylan stepped closer. "No. There's no need for that."
But Elian knew better.
This wasn't about showing him art anymore. This wasn't about politeness or business. This was about control.
And Elian had just walked into the lion's den, guided by Taro's innocent trust.
He needed to be careful.
Rylan gestured toward the expansive hallway leading deeper inside. "Let me show you the collection."
Elian hesitated—a flicker of instinct telling him to be cautious. But refusing now would only give Rylan more satisfaction. So, he nodded.
With each step further inside, the walls seemed to close in. Not physically, but in the way Rylan's presence pressed down on him.
The silence stretched. Then—
"You're different in person."
Elian didn't react. "Is that so?"
Rylan tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "On screen, you play the perfect role. But here…" He exhaled slowly, his voice dipping lower. "Here, you're real."
Something in the way he said it sent a sharp awareness through Elian's spine.
This was no casual interest.
This was fixation.
The realization settled in Elian's chest like ice. Rylan didn't just want him—he wanted to possess him.
And the worst part?
Taro had unknowingly put him exactly where Rylan wanted him to be.
Elian forced a smirk, masking the unease curling in his stomach. "I'm still acting, Mr. Asano."
Rylan's lips parted in amusement. He liked this. The game. The push and pull.
"Then I look forward to seeing how long you can keep it up," Rylan murmured.
Elian didn't answer.
Because for the first time tonight, he wondered—was there really a way out of this?
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