LOGINCove reached for the shower door handle and pulled it open.
Eli clutched the towel tighter around his waist. “Don’t you dare come in here.”
“I’m not,” Cove said. “But you’re done hiding. Dry off and get dressed. Dinner is ready.”
Eli stared at him. “I’m not eating with you.”
“You are,” Cove replied, voice flat. &l
Cove reached for the shower door handle and pulled it open.Eli clutched the towel tighter around his waist. “Don’t you dare come in here.”“I’m not,” Cove said. “But you’re done hiding. Dry off and get dressed. Dinner is ready.”Eli stared at him. “I’m not eating with you.”“You are,” Cove replied, voice flat. “Put on the clothes I left on the bed. I’ll wait outside.”Eli didn’t move. “This is crazy. You can’t just order me around like I’m your damn servant.”Cove turned and walked out of the bathroom. “Five minutes. If you’re not at the table, I’ll come back and carry you there. Naked.”Eli cursed under his breath. He dried off quickly and went into the bedroom. Fresh b
Cove’s grip on Eli’s jaw stayed firm, their faces so close that Eli could feel the other man’s steady breath against his skin. The wall pressed cold and hard into Eli’s back.“You’ve got a mouth on you,” Cove said quietly. “That’s going to get you in trouble.”Eli stared straight into those gray eyes, refusing to look away. “Let go of me. Now.”Cove held him there for a few more seconds, then slowly released his jaw. He stepped back just enough for Eli to breathe, but not enough to feel free.“You smell like fear and dried blood,” Cove said. “You’re going to shower.”Eli wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not doing anything you tell me to do.”“You will,” Cove replied. “Or I’ll drag you in t
Cove leaned back in his chair, watching Eli with those sharp gray eyes. The breakfast tray sat between them like some twisted peace offering. Eli picked up the fork but didn’t eat. He wasn’t about to play along that easily.“These rules,” Eli said, voice flat. “You really think I’m just going to follow them?”Cove’s expression didn’t change. “You don’t have a choice. Rule one: you stay inside this penthouse. No leaving. No trying to contact anyone. The whole place is locked down. Phones, internet, everything goes through me.”Eli let out a bitter laugh. “So I’m your prisoner. Nice. Real original.”“You’re mine,” Cove corrected calmly. “There’s a difference. Rule two: you speak to me with respect. I won’t tolerate constant attitude.”&ld
Eli woke to sunlight.For one disorienting moment, he thought the entire nightmare had been just that a nightmare. But the ache in his wrists, the soreness in his shoulders, and the faint bruises blooming across his skin told a different story. He bolted upright in the massive bed, heart hammering, eyes darting wildly around the room.This wasn’t his apartment. This wasn’t anywhere he recognized.The bedroom was enormous and obscenely luxurious. Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one wall, revealing a breathtaking view of the city skyline glittering under the morning sun. The bed beneath him was king-sized, draped in black silk sheets that felt sinfully soft against his bare skin. He was still wearing his torn hoodie and jeans from the night before, but someone had removed his socks and cleaned the blood from his face and hands.Cove.The name sent a fresh spike of adrenaline through Eli’s veins. Memories from the darkness crashed over him the blindfold coming off, those storm-gray ey
Eli’s world had vanished.The darkness was absolute no faint glow from the city skyline through the windows, no sliver of light beneath a door, nothing. It pressed against his eyes like a living thing, thick and suffocating. His chest heaved as panic clawed its way up his throat, raw and primal. The zip ties around his wrists dug painfully into his skin as he twisted, trying to find some orientation, some escape from the void.“Cove!” His voice cracked, echoing strangely in the vast penthouse. “Turn the fucking lights on!”Only silence answered at first. Then came the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps. They moved with predatory patience first to his left, then behind him, then vanishing completely. Eli spun toward the last place he’d heard them, his bare feet sliding on the cool marble. Without sight, every sound was amplified: the frantic thud of his own heartbeat, the ragged pull of his breathing, the faint rustle of his torn hoodie.“You’re hyperventilating,” Cove’s voice slid th
Eli couldn’t look away.Cove Voss stood barely three feet in front of him, larger than life and twice as terrifying in person. The penthouse lights cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the ruthless cut of his jaw and the storm-gray eyes that seemed to strip Eli bare without mercy. Up close, the man was even more imposing broad chest straining against the black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms corded with muscle and faint scars. His presence filled the enormous room like smoke, heavy and inescapable.Eli’s wrists ached behind his back, the zip ties digging deeper every time he instinctively pulled against them. His bare feet pressed into the cool marble floor, grounding him even as his mind spun. He forced his breathing to stay even, refusing to let the fear show on his face. But inside, his thoughts were a whirlwind.*This is Cove Voss. The Cove Voss.*He had researched the man for months late nights spent digging through encrypted files, followin







