Aurora stood in front of the full length mirror, her eyes scanning every inch of her reflection.
Her skin was smooth, her hair perfectly styled, and her dress fit her as if it had been made for her.
And yet, she still felt... invisible.
To the woman staring back, she seemed like someone else.
Someone worthy of love and desire, but not her.
She sighed, tugging at the thin fabric of the dress as if trying to free herself from the crushing weight of expectations pressing down on her chest.
Everyone around her seemed to be moving toward the life they aspired to.
Married, in love, desired.
The kind of life she'd been told she'd live, the kind of life she was meant to live.
But Aurora?
She'd spent twenty seven years standing outside, watching from afar, her hopes and dreams clouded by a fog of self doubt.
And now, here she was, about to marry a man she barely knew.
A man who had it all.
Charm, wealth, beauty, and the ability to break hearts like they were toys in his hands.
He was a womanizer.
He was known for his cruelty.
The whispers she'd heard over the weeks made her stomach churn with doubt.
How could someone like him, someone who was used to taking whatever he wanted to look at, a woman who had never been touched by desire?
Yet, she had no choice.
The offer had come to her, a lifeline in a sea of loneliness.
The pressure to fit in and belong was too great to ignore.
She had to pull it off.
She had to make him want her.
But deep down, she was terrified.
Terrified of him.
Terrified of herself.
That's when she found him... Laz, a sex teacher and Therapist with a reputation more dangerous than her fiancé's.
A man capable of helping her understand the world she was entering.
A world of lust, domination, and hunger.
But Laz wasn't just a teacher; he was a temptation.
His presence, his gaze, his touch that burned her skin.
It wasn't just a learning experience; it was a feeling.
And for the first time in her life, Aurora felt something she couldn't control.
Something dark and dangerous that frightened her more than anything else.
Would she walk down the aisle in a white seductress to a man who would never see her?
Or would she fall into the trap of the only man who seemed to understand the hunger beneath her skin?
It wasn't her choice; it was too late.