He caught me breaking into his empire. Now, I have thirty days to pay the price. Reeve Calloway is not just a billionaire; he is the Architect. He controls the Chicago skyline, the logistics of nations, and the temperature of the room he walks into. He is cold, calculated, and terrifyingly precise. I am Tess Varrick, a journalist with a mountain of debt and a desperate need for a headline. I thought breaking into his private archives would save my career. Instead, I woke the monster. He didn't call the police. He didn't sue me. He offered me a choice. Go to prison for corporate espionage, or sign the contract. The Terms: Thirty days in "The Spire," his high-security penthouse. Thirty days of total obedience. Thirty days of living by his rules, wearing his clothes, and eating what he says. I thought I could handle a month of house arrest. I thought I could withstand his icy glare and his arrogant demands. But I didn't account for the heat beneath the ice. I didn't account for the way his hands feel when he punishes my defiance, or the way his eyes darken when I challenge him. He wants to break me down to build me back up. He wants to control every variable. But there is a war coming for his company, and I might be the only chaos he can't control... or the only one who can save him. He owns my nights for a month. But by day thirty-one, I might just own his heart. TROPES & THEMES: