Alina had never thought a single glance could feel like a key turning inside her chest.

She'd built her world on discipline?an elegant cage of polished routines and perfectly controlled desires. A corporate queen in her thirties, with sharp curves that matched the heels she wore and a voice that made boardrooms go silent, she'd spent years convincing herself that control was power.

And then Jeremy walked into her life.

Younger, with a body built from quiet strength rather than arrogance, he carried danger in the softest way. His deep-set eyes seemed to see through the walls she'd crafted. His presence wasn't loud?it was a steady hum, a low vibration that made her pulse trip over itself.

The first time his voice slid over her skin, she swore she felt a lock click open.

She didn't know then that desire wasn't just fire?it could be a cage. One you stepped into willingly. One you didn't want to leave.