Lena
I knew he was watching me.
Even through the crack of the heavy wooden door later that night, I could feel it— the weight of his stare. Matteo. The charming one. The smirking one. The liar.
I turned my back to the door, wrapped the blanket tighter around my bare skin, and told myself I didn’t care. He could keep peeping for as long as he wanted to.
The door creaked open almost immediately.
“I was wondering how long you’d pretend to be sleeping,” Matteo said, stepping in like he owned the room. He probably did. Everything here belonged to them anyway, including me.
“What do you want?”
His smile curled at the edge, soft and sharp all at once. “You.”
I sat up. “Lucian already—”
“I don’t care what Lucian did.” He stepped closer, slow, deliberate. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
“No,” I s
