As she stirred awake, disoriented and groggy, her senses gradually sharpened. She felt the weight around her wrists, the cool touch of silk binding her hands to the posts of a plush, unfamiliar bed.

Slowly, her gaze swept the room, and realization hit her-she was on a private jet, secluded in a dimly lit, opulent cabin.

Night enveloped the world outside the windows, stars blinking against the darkness, but here, her reality was bound in place.

Her breath caught as she felt a warmth against her chest. Lowering her eyes, she found him lying there, his head resting possessively over her heart, his arm draped around her waist like an unbreakable chain.

He was in a deep sleep, a rare moment of vulnerability, yet even now, the aura around him was one of complete authority. This was his domain, his sanctuary in the sky, and she was held captive within it.

Memories rushed back to her-questions she'd asked him in desperation, seeking any reason for his obsessive hold on her.

She remembered how, trembling, she'd pleaded for answers, whispering,

"Why are you doing this to me?"

And his reply, fierce and unyielding, still echoed in her mind:

"Because you are my bird, and no other creature has the right to you. I am the king of these skies, and I won't tolerate any filthy bird daring to come close to what is mine."

She shivered at the memory. The weight of his possessiveness was suffocating, and yet, there was a part of her that felt entranced, unable to look away from the man who had stolen her freedom with a single command.

She could feel the rhythm of his breathing against her chest, steady and calm, as if he knew she wouldn't escape, as if he believed he'd bound her as completely as his empire.

As if sensing her thoughts, he stirred, his fingers tightening around her waist before he opened his eyes.

They met hers, a slow smile curving on his lips as he took in her helpless state. His hand slid up her side, tracing her form, a silent reminder of his claim.

"You thought you could fly away, little bird?" His voice was a low, dangerous whisper as he tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"I've told you-I'll clip every wing that tries to come between us. In my world, in my skies, you're bound to me. You're mine, and I don't plan to let you go. Ever."

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 "