Ranvijay’s possessive fury, sparked by the executive's admiring gaze, was an immediate, consuming inferno. He wasted no time, leading Adhya down to the hidden, crimson-lit chamber—the Red Room, a space built for absolute control and uninhibited lust. The air, thick with the scent of rich leather and primal desire, sealed them into their private world of dominance.

Ranvijay closed the heavy door, the click a final, decisive sound. He turned to Adhya, his eyes burning with a dark, jealous fire.