Captive Bloom

Annika doesn't know how long she's been in this world-only that time stretches unnaturally, sleep is her only escape, and the man who wakes her owns every hour he allows her to have.
He doesn't speak her language.
She doesn't know his name.
But each time she opens her eyes, he's there, watching, waiting.
He bestows her with beautiful gowns. He moves her like a doll from one grand, cold room to another. He says it's for her comfort-but she's starting to wonder if it's only so she never leaves his sight.
In a place where time bends and freedom is an illusion, Annika must navigate the quiet terror of captivity. Caught between two powers: sleep, which pulls her under like a tide, and her master, who pulls her back-angry, possessive, relentless. Even her dreams aren't safe. He's there, too. Watching. Waiting. Claiming.