Let the games begin
I had always prided myself on my dominance. In business, I was the go-getter, the tactician, the one who brought order to chaos. I thrived on structure and predictability, crafting my days with precision and conviction. I would command meetings, take the lead, and hunt for opportunities with the kind of relentless determination that left many people in my wake. Control was my refuge, my comfort zone, and I wore it like a tailored suit.
But then she entered my life, and everything shifted.
The first time I met Ryder, it was in a crowded bar downtown after a long week. She was sitting alone at the edge of the bar, her presence an inexplicable pull that drew me in like a moth to a flame. She had an air of confidence, an authenticity that lit up the otherwise mundane room. Her laughter was melodic, captivating, and the way she engaged with the world around her ignited something within me. It was as if she was the sun, casting ribbons of warmth where there had only been shadows.
As we talked, I found myself mesmerized. Ryder was unlike anyone I had ever known—sharp, witty, and utterly fearless. Where I relied on carefully laid plans, she thrived on spontaneity and intuition. She exuded a certain magic, and I was drawn into its orbit. I quickly discovered that Ryder possessed an extraordinary ability to articulate feelings that I had long buried beneath layers of stoicism. With each gaze, each word, she unraveled my carefully structured world.
Soon, I was captivated by her whims, her desires, and her passions. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. Suddenly, I wanted to please her—to anticipate her needs and fulfill her wishes before they ever fell from her lips. It was voluntary enslavement, a paradox that shocked me, yet exhilarated me beyond measure.
By the way he was looking at me and falling over his words I knew it wouldn’t take much more and he would fall helplessly under my spell. So with that I turned up the charm times ten and let’s just say the night ended how I wanted it to.