Ceasar's POV
I leaned in just enough, holding the gun to head. "You said you like being close to danger," I murmured, my voice low, silky, and edged with steel. "And you're brave enough to feel my danger... bold enough to keep playing until you win...now tell me, Kitten, are you still willing to be this close? Still bold enough to play?"
Her breath seemed to seize. I hadn't even pulled the trigger yet, but already the air between us crackled with tension, thick and suffocating.
Jane swallowed hard, striving to mask it, to appear composed, but I caught the hitch in her chest, the faint tilt forward of her body, the subtle, instinctive lean that betrayed the battle within her, as if her very instincts couldn't decide whether to flee or surrender.
I stepped closer, close enough that the
