Her body woke before her mind. Every inch of skin on her fingertips burned with a cold, spectral fire. It wasn't sunlight, but the haunting, sickening touch of him that lingered from her dreams. Last night's nightmare had her in its grip, cruelly replaying an indulgence that wasn't hers. She trembled, a silent scream caught in her pillow. Deep in her mind, his voice hissed like a venomous serpent: "You shouldn't be here." Then, like a poisoned blade held to her throat: "But I am. And you can't stop me." The next day, she was trapped in his luxurious car, a mobile coffin. The seats were cold leather, the air thick with his dangerous, oppressive scent. Her heart pounded like a drum, hoping the fleeting scenery outside would somehow relieve the suffocation. He turned his head, his bottomless eyes scanning her with chilling amusement. "Don't be so agitated," he murmured, each word like a drop of water on ice, chilling her to the bone. "You've only left the house, not me." She clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms. Fresh air? What kind of fresh air was this? She had merely escaped one cage only to land in a more elaborate trap. Suddenly, his hand covered her thigh. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, searing her like a brand. In an instant, every muscle in her body seized, her throat constricted as if choked by lead. *Hit him! Scream!* The internal cry tore at her reason, yet her body remained spellbound, utterly frozen. Why? She hated him to her very core. But why did that warmth feel like an electric current, awakening dormant, shameful memories? He seemed to see through her struggle, a hunter's glint flickering in his eyes. "Quite interesting, isn't it?" His voice dropped lower, laced with a cruel seduction. "Your mind wants to break free, but your body… it remembers every inch I've touched, doesn't it?" Humiliation and despair washed over her like a tidal wave. She snapped her head up, her voice hoarse, a dying gasp of defiance: "Why can't you just find another woman?" His movement froze. The air in the car thickened abruptly, as if sucked into a vacuum. He turned fully, his handsome face blurred in the dim light, only his eyes remaining, deep as abysses, terrifyingly dark. "You wish me to find someone else?" he asked, his tone flat, yet her heart lurched violently. She had no time to answer, no time to even think. He leaned forward, taking her lips in an undeniable, fierce grasp. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but an act of plunder, laced with punishment. His dangerous scent filled her mouth, enveloping her like a vast, suffocating net. Terror and defiance screamed within her, yet her body, in that very instant, strangely experienced a brief, heart-stopping… "submission." *No!* Immense fear and self-loathing instantly shattered her. *What am I thinking?!* Her consciousness shrieked, tearing itself apart. When scientist Elena is kidnapped by mobster Riccardo Bellini because of her brother's debts, she finds herself in a world of brutal rules and submission. But instead of breaking down, she challenges the system — and Riccardo himself. Their struggle turns into a dangerous game of emotions, where freedom, power, and love are at stake.