His Terms, My Surrender

stepped forward to investigate the n

the walls. A moment later, he returned, his expression neutral. "It's your

Take Sofia to her room," he ordered the henchman, his

efficient. I stood, my heart racing with anticipation, as he es

ituation had been escalating quickly, and her presence had provided a much-needed reprieve. The luxury of

nd collected. "Mother, what brings you here?

?" his mother asked, a hint of

you were someone else," Theo

didn't follow in his father's footsteps. I swear, Theo, sometimes I think you'r

r, let's not discuss this now

o. But don't think for a second that I don't know what you're doing. I know all abo

tement. Theo's mother knew he was a mafia boss

bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts and questions. I walked over

window at the b

ice grass and colorful flo

said to myself. "The

laying in my mom's garden.

idn't feel warm and loving like my mom's garden. It fel

rden and the happy feelings it gave me. I

ard the sound of the door opening behin

oorway, a tray of

to bring you so

" I said even tho

request, it w

being told what to do. I took the tray down on a small table by the window a

I turned back to the window. I looked at the garden again, feeling a sense of longing

d here, in this

you soon," he said, his voice authoritative. "Be ready." He turned and left the room,

the feelings I had within me. His mother's words kept echoing in my mind

on an old sketchpad that had been left on a nearby shelf. I walked over to it, feeling a sudden nostalgia. I hadn't drawn for years. I grabbed a pencil and drew the garde

lled, "Come in." With a bland expression, the henchman who had earlier given

n the stairs and through the winding hallways of the mansion, eventually a

om was filled with various tools and restraints hanging on the walls. It was a BDSM playroom

painted in this rich color, making the room feel intens

d covered in red fabric. The bed was dressed with swanky bed sheets and pillows. Above the bed, was a neon

re were deep, plush chairs in the corners, perfect for sitting and

heard me enter, his expression unreadable. "You can go now," he said to th

ickly exited the room, closing the

idened as he took in my nervous stance. "We both know what's

of cuffs, the metal gleaming in the soft