Waking up to my sin
The air in the penthouse was suffocating, a toxic cocktail of gunpowder, ozone from the short-circuiting servers, and the raw, electric hatred radiating between two men who had spent their lives at the absolute peak of the food chain. On one side stood Dante, the cold, calculated architect of my misery. He was a man who viewed the entire world as a grand game of chess where I was the Queen he had lost—not a person, but a piece of ivory to be reclaimed at any cost. On the other side stood Malakai, the storm that had broken my physical chains only to bind my soul to his own dark, chaotic heart.