Krissan couldn’t shake the memory of the kiss. It haunted her thoughts, replaying in her mind with a vividness that both thrilled and terrified her. The plan had been simple: win Deyonjay’s trust, manipulate his emotions, and gain control. But now, she found herself entangled in emotions she had not anticipated.
She paced her room, trying to sort through her feelings. The cold, calculated exterior she had built was beginning to c***k, and she feared what lay beneath. The kiss had been a tactic, a move on the chessboard of her grand strategy. But in that moment, it had felt real—dangerously real.
Krissan sat on the edge of her bed, her thoughts racing. Could she truly have feelings for Deyonjay? The man who had tortured her, who had manipulated and broken her? It seemed impossible, yet he
