The weight on his back was an anchor, dragging him down into a sea of despair. Leo’s face was pressed into the thick pile of the carpet, the fibers scratching his cheek. He could smell the faint, clean scent of the shampoo used by the hotel staff, a mundane detail in a moment that felt utterly surreal. His body was a symphony of aches, his elbow throbbing where he had fallen, his spine screaming under the pressure of Adrian’s foot.Every instinct screamed at him to fight, to struggle, to do something. But he was paralyzed. The sheer, crushing weight of Adrian’s authority, both literal and figurative, held him captive. He was a junior architect. Adrian Sterling was the CEO. He held Leo’s career, his future, his entire life in the palm of his hand. And he was holding it hostage.“Did you hear me, Leo?” Adrian’s voice was a calm, patient murmur, which was somehow more terrifying than a shout. “I said, take off your clothes. Or do I need to do it for you?”The threat hung in the air, heav
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