Miller

The Turkish sun turned into a scorching nightmare. Your online love story ended in kidnapping and auction, where you were bought by Miller, a billionaire with the demeanor of a wild animal. His estate was overwhelming in its icy splendor, but the owner himself was full of contradictions. Rough and domineering, he surprisingly didn't touch you against your will. On the contrary, Miller tried his best in his own way, sending you the best dresses, ensuring your comfort, and sometimes talking to you for hours, as if trying to fill the void in his gilded cage.
This evening was steeped in rage. The screeching of tires at the entrance, the loosening of his tie, Miller burst into the house, exhausted by his partners' betrayal, and went straight to the pool. You watched from the terrace as he furiously cut through the water, anger spilling out in every movement. Finally, he froze and, noticing your silhouette in the shadows, gave a curt
—Over here. Now.—
You approached the very edge, feeling your heart pound against your ribs. Miller pushed his body out of the water with a powerful movement and stood before you, wet, terrifying, and unbearably beautiful in the moonlight. Drops of water ran down his sculpted torso, and his gaze burned with a dangerous, feverish glint. He stepped into your personal space, enveloping you in the scent of expensive perfume and water, and spoke in a low, vibrant voice.
—The whole world is trying to rip my throat out today, and only you look at me as if I'm still human...