SELENEA’S POV
The room was heavy with tension, the kind that pressed against your chest and made it difficult to breathe. Lukas stood in front of me, his broad, shirtless frame illuminated by the dim light that streamed through the curtains. His piercing eyes burned into mine, molten and unrelenting, as if he were trying to unravel every thought I was desperately trying to keep locked away.
I took a step back, the cold wall pressing against my spine. His scent wrapped around me like a dangerous temptation—earthy and wild, laced with something darker. Something that felt too much like home.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I managed, my voice sharper than I intended, though the tremor in it betrayed me.
His lips quirked into that maddening half-smile. “Like what?”
“Like I’m somet
