SELENEA’S POV
Why am I here?
That was the only thought I could cling to as Lukas pushed open the door to his room and stepped aside, motioning for me to enter. His shirtless frame seemed to dominate every inch of the space, even more than the massive bed at the center of the room or the dark, moody décor that seemed to echo his very essence—mysterious, alluring, and dangerous.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice steadier than I expected.
Lukas smirked as he closed the door behind him, leaning lazily against it like a predator who had all the time in the world. “Relax, Selenea. I’m not going to bite… unless you ask me to.”
My cheeks flushed instantly, and I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. “This isn’t funny. You dragged me up here without explaining why, and now—”
