Stolen Night, Deadly Price

"Help… someone… help me…" Blood trickled down Indie Rose’s forehead, warm and sticky against her skin. Every unsteady step she took left crimson stains on the cold, marble floor. She staggered down the dimly lit hallway, her vision swimming. Her body burned with feverish heat, and every muscle ached like she was being consumed from the inside out. Desperate to escape, she pushed open the door to Room 3006 and stumbled inside. The room was pitch black. The scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of her own blood. She didn’t notice the man lying in bed. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the mattress, her body trembling. The man stirred. His sharp, dark eyes snapped open, piercing through the darkness like a predator sensing prey. A woman?