a stranger?

Kyra's pov

As I drifted into consciousness, a hazy figure stood above me, casting a shadow that felt both foreign and oddly familiar. The man hovered there, his piercing hazel eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His face was sculpted to perfection, with an angular jaw and smooth skin that somehow felt intimate, like I recognized him from a distant memory, though the details eluded me.

Oh, you're awake,"

he said with a voice smooth as silk, his tone commanding but laced with an unsettling familiarity.

"Stand up and put on some new clothes…

New clothes? A surge of confusion swept through me, and my heart lurched as my gaze dropped to my body. Panic washed over me like a cold wave when I registered my complete nakedness. The cool air brushed against my skin, heightening my sense of vulnerability and exposing me to a world I barely comprehended.

"I'm naked!"

I screamed, the sound echoing in the unfamiliar room

"Yes, you are, princess,"

he replied, with a nonchalant air, a playful hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as if my predicament was more of a game to him than a crisis.

His voice a teasing note that made my skin tingle.

Panic surged through me.

"But my clothes? Who took them off?"

With a calmness that bewildered me, he answered.

"I did. Your clothes were filthy. I couldn't let you wear them anymore"

My name is not 'princess'! It's Kyra," I insisted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

"Hmm… Kyra? Sure, princess." His playful smirk made my heart race, but I tried to shake it off as he reached for my hand, pulling me toward the spacious bathtub. My instincts kicked in as I attempted to shield my body with my hands, but it felt futile.

As I stepped into the warm water, I found myself inexplicably growing more comfortable in my vulnerability. Oh god, I'm in trouble, I thought, as he removed his boxers, revealing his toned physique. Reflexively, I covered my eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shock.

"You don't have to do that, princess,"

he chuckled softly.

"How do you expect to bathe if you can't see? Come on."

He stepped into the tub, the water splashing gently around him, and beckoned me closer.

As I slid in, the warm water enveloped me, and he pulled me close, our bodies almost touching, I could hear the soft cadence of his breathing behind my ear, igniting a shiver down my spine.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could articulate my thoughts, he kissed me.

I was breathless and caught off guard.

It was a kiss so electric, so full of unspoken longing that it ignited a fire deep within me. I leaned into him, my hands instinctively reaching to cradle his face, my fingers brushing against his skin. My body craved more. His hands instinctively found their way to my breasts, squeezing gently, sending waves of pleasure through me. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop myself. It was as if a different version of me had awakened, one that was bold and unafraid—a stark contrast to my usual reserved self.

He pulled away, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he studied me.

"You're really good at kissing; I always thought you'd be bad at it," he teased, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Well, you guessed wrong," I replied, a blush creeping up my cheeks, the heat mingling with a strange exhilaration.

He stepped out of the tub, the water cascading in rivulets down his sculpted body as he turned on the shower. After his brief cleansing ritual, he informed me, with an air of command, that I should meet him for dinner. Or perhaps I should consider it an order; I wanted to believe it was a request. Maybe he hadn't realized who my parents were, or the influence they wielded.

After tidying myself up, I searched frantically for my phone, a wave of anxiety washing over me. My parents must be worried sick; I needed to reassure them that I was safe, but my phone seemed to have vanished.

Stepping out into the hall, I was confronted by a towering figure—a man whose stature commanded immediate attention. He gestured for me to follow him, and against my better judgment, I complied. He led me to a spacious dining room, where the same enigmatic stranger awaited, his gaze piercing as I took a seat across from him.

"Where's my phone?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.

"Oh, princess, that's already taken care of," he replied, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face, as if he derived pleasure from my discomfort.

"What do you mean?" I pressed, my heart racing.

"Oh, I threw it away," he said with a chuckle, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Panic surged within me. "I want to go home this instant! I don't feel good," I insisted, the weight of his presence making me feel trapped.

"Oh, princess, you can't go home now," he said, leaning back with an air of confidence.

"And how are you going to stop me?" I challenged, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my bravado.

"Take a look at the pictures on this laptop. It's you, isn't it?" he urged, gesturing to the screen.

I hesitantly turned to the laptop and felt my heart drop as I recognized the intimate photos I had once taken for my ex. A wave of shock washed over me.

"How? Where did you get these photos? And what do you want from me?" My voice quivered, fear and confusion swirling within me.

Well, for now, you'll stay here with me, that's all," he declared, closing the laptop with an air of finality before walking away.

A wave of panic washed over me, mingled with a strange sense of relaxation—it hit me hard. I was in serious trouble. Not long after, maids entered the room, bearing trays laden with an array of my favorite dishes. It was peculiar how they seemed to know my tastes so intimately. Who exactly was this mysterious man holding my fate in his hands?