Abandoned by the prince, she faced an uncertain future.
“Hey,” a voice interrupted.
“I’m Nathaniel—some call me ‘The End.'”
His icy charm was both mesmerizing and arrogant.
“Release me,” she demanded.
Ignoring his warning, she bit his fingers.
He leaned closer, their defiance clashing.
“Undress,” he ordered, smirking. “Or you’ll wear a collar.”
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