Nathan's POV
I woke up with a dull ache radiating through my body, my limbs heavy and uncooperative. The cold, hard floor beneath me sent a shiver up my spine. My wrists ached from the heavy chains that bound them, the metal digging into my skin with every small movement.
I groaned, my head throbbing as I shifted, my muscles protesting. The scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of what had happened before I'd blacked out. I cracked my eyes open, blinking against the dim lighting.
Derrick was sitting across from me in an armchair, one leg lazily draped over the other, his fingers tapping idly against the armrest. He looked utterly composed, his sharp gaze locked onto me, watching—always watching. His shirt was slightly rumpled, the top buttons undone, revealing the faintest glimpse of his chest. He looked like he hadn't moved from that spot for a while, yet his eyes burned with something unreadable.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
