POV: Darius
"I asked you a question, Adriana."
My voice was low, sharp, cutting through the thick silence between us. I didn’t raise it, I didn’t need to. The weight in my tone was enough.
Her shoulders stiffened, and I could see the way she froze as she just stood there, looking at me. She looked at me like a child caught stealing cookies, her wide eyes full of surprise and fear. She hadn’t expected me to catch her here.
I took one step forward, slow and deliberate. Then another. My movements weren’t rushed—no, I wanted her to feel the tension crawling up her spine. And it worked. Every time I moved closer, she moved back. Until finally, her back hit the wall with a soft thud.
"Answer me," I said again, each word stretched thin with control.
"I–I… I wasn’t… I mean, I didn’t—" she s
