POV Mira I didn't even know where to look. What does everything even mean? My mind was spinning around like a broken carousel. "You-" My voice cracked. "You guys have been... playing with me?" Victor leaned back like this was an after-dinner conversation, not a nuclear detonation in my life. "I thought we were over that part. There's three of us. Nothing biggie." His smirk was infuriating-like the fact that there were three Leos in my life was just a quirky party trick. Milo stepped forward, his tone gentler, cutting across Victor's carelessness. "Don't listen to him. You need time to process-" "There's no time to process anything, Mira," Leo interrupted, his voice a low, deliberate strike that made me flinch. He stood at the center, the axis they both turned around. "This isn't something you think your way through. This is something you feel your way through." "I don't..." My throat felt tight. "I don't understand what you want from me." Victor's grin sharpened. "As Leo said-everything." Milo shot him a warning glance, but Leo didn't even blink. "We already know what you want," he said, watching me like he could see past skin and bone. "We've seen it in the way you breathe when we're close. The way you can't decide if you want to run or melt." "That's not-" I stopped myself, shaking my head. "I don't have... dark desires, or whatever you think." Leo's mouth curved, slow and certain. "You do." "No, I-" He didn't give me a chance to finish. With a tilt of his head, Victor moved to the sideboard, picking up a small remote like it was nothing more than a prop. A screen lit up on the wall. My stomach dropped. The footage rolled. The elevator-me pinned in the corner, gasping, my skirt rucked up as I tried not to look directly at the camera I didn't know was there. My face, my breathless eyes while Leo's-or should I said Milo's-head between my trembling legs. My chest burned. "Those were shot without my consent!" Leo didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to. "No, they weren't. You signed your consent the day you signed that contract." "That..." My hands curled into fists. "That's not what I agreed to." "You didn't read it closely enough," he said, stepping into my space. "Or maybe you did, and you didn't want to admit how much you liked what it meant." The footage changed. His office. Me standing at the window, his voice in my ear, my hands moving where he told them to. My lips parted, my head tipped back. I couldn't look away. Not from the girl on the screen, not from the expression on her face. "That's not-" I tried to look at Milo, at least for something soft in all this. But he was watching me too, his expression unreadable. Victor leaned one shoulder against the wall, arms folded. "You looked like you were having a great time, sweetheart." "Stop." My voice wavered. "Stop calling me that." "You don't mean that," Leo said quietly. "You're just scared to mean the opposite." "I'm not scared." "You are," he said, cutting me off. "You're scared because we make you feel things you can't control. You like control, don't you, Mira?" My lips parted, but no sound came out when he stepped even closer. "We know every angle of you now. The version you show your father. The one you give your friends. The one you didn't even know existed until we pulled it out of you." "This is insane." "No," Milo said softly, "this is honest." Victor smirked. "And a hell of a lot of fun." Leo glanced at them both, then back at me. "So, Mira..." His gaze pinned me like a blade. "What's it going to be?" The air between us was too heavy, too hot. My heartbeat felt like it had been amplified in the room. My mouth moved before my mind could catch up. "I'm a virgin."