Zerah
The office was quiet that morning, too quiet. The kind of quiet that should've felt peaceful, comforting even, but instead, it buzzed under my skin like a reminder that something wasn’t right.
I tried to focus, I really did.
After confronting Ryker earlier this morning, I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d feel some kind of closure, some shift in the strange tension that clung between us like fog. But if anything, it only made things worse.
Why was he like this?
Why did he act like I belong to him?
I opened my laptop, watched it blink to life, then stared at the screen like it held the answer. I clicked through emails mindlessly, archiving, replying, deleting, but I couldn’t concentrate on a single word. My thoughts kept circling back to his voice, rough and possessive, his eyes st
