Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?The first time she walked into MyWorld, it didn't feel like hers at all.Bright lights danced across the mirrored walls, and heavy bass pulsed through the floors like a heartbeat she didn't recognize. Neon signs flickered above velvet curtains, whispering promises of freedom and danger. It smelled like perfume, sweat, and secrets - the kind she never say out loud.She was seventeen. Too young to be there. Too desperate to care.That night, she wore borrowed confidence and a skirt that barely covered her shame. She needed a job, a place, a life. She needed to feel something other than the hollow ache of being unwanted. So, She lied about her age, held her breath, and stepped into a world that would change her forever.He was the first man she saw when she entered. Not Robin, the man she claimed as her boyfriend. Not the boys who whistled and stared.But him.Her boss.He stood tall, calm, untouchable - like a man who had seen too much and cared too little. Sharp suit, sharper eyes. He looked at her like he already knew. Not just who she was - but who she would become.And she hated that. Because he was right.He handed her a uniform with his eyes still on hers. "Welcome to MyWorld," he said, voice deep, unreadable. "Don't fall in love with it."Too late.It wasn't the job she fell for. It wasn't the lights, the music, or the money. It was him.The way he spoke low when he stood close. The way he protected her from drunk hands without making it obvious. The way he watched her - like he wanted to look away but couldn't.He was older. Married. Dangerous.But she was already lost.At seventeen, she think love is something soft. A song, a dream, a hand to hold. You don't expect it to be secret glances, long silences, and the terrifying ache of wanting someone you can't have.She tried to pretend.She told herself it was just work. Just a phase.She has Robin, after all - sweet, loyal, ten years older, and always waiting for her outside after her shifts. He never asked too many questions. Maybe because he already sensed he was losing her.Because no matter how much Robin loved her...Her heart had already started beating to a different rhythm. One that belonged to the man who never touched her - but set her on fire with every look.And so, it began.
