The wrong place. The wrong time. The wrong man.

She knew it was a mistake the second the cold metal touched her skin. A forbidden thrill, a secret dare in a locked room. It was just a game.

Then the door handle rattled.

Her heart seized. She tugged at the ring, but it wouldn’t budge. It was a perfect, damning fit. Panic claws at her throat as the footsteps grow closer. She pulls harder, desperation turning to dread. It’s not just stuck on her finger. It’s a shackle, a promise she never meant to make, a trap about to be sprung.

And the key is turning in the lock.