Anastasia pov

　　I extend my handcuffed hands towards Rowan's outstretched hand and grasp it. With a firm tug, Rowan pulls me off the couch to stand, bringing my body closer to his. His woody perfume intensifies as he nears, blending with the scent of old books and leather armchairs. His eyes, shining with a mix of lust and arrogance, lock onto mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

　　"Anastasia, you truly are a treasure I didn't expect to find," he murmurs, his voice ...