Three in the morning. Thirty-two days since he buried the only person who ever loved him. Hungry, broke, and out of options — Angel found an ad. "Massage house hiring. Good looks. No experience necessary. Daily pay." He had no idea three lines of text could end one life and begin another. Angel is in his mid-twenties with an empty apartment and nothing left to lose. When the door to number 313 swings open, he finds Penélope — polished, cold, untouchable — and a world where the body is currency, silence has a price, and the most powerful men in the city keep their darkest secrets between expensive sheets. What starts as desperation becomes survival. What becomes survival becomes power. But power, in this world, collects its debt. Among politicians who preach virtue and pay for vice, businessmen who purchase silence like a commodity, and a man named Cristian — who looks at Angel as though he sees something Angel himself has never dared to name — the line between victim and predator begins to dissolve. And when the secrets buried inside that house start to surface. When old rivals return with sharper knives. When the people Angel has sworn to protect become targets. He has to decide who he really is. The lost boy who knocked on that door. Or the man who learned he'd never need to knock again. In this world, everyone has a price. The only question is whether you find out yours before — or after — you've already paid it. A story about power, transformation, and the cost of surviving a world that takes everything you are — and hands back something you barely recognize. Explicit. Visceral. Inevitable. For adult readers who aren't afraid of the dark.