Layla's pov
The message lingers in my mind long after Damian leaves the room.
"You don’t belong with him."
The words are simple, but they feel like a warning. Or a threat.
I should ignore it. I should convince myself it’s just some random prank or a mistake. But I can’t.
Not when my gut tells me otherwise.
I stare at my phone, my fingers tightening around it. I check the sender again—an unknown number. No name. No clue who it could be.
For a moment, I consider calling back, but my thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating. Something about this feels… off. Like whoever sent this doesn’t want a conversation. They just want me to know.
But why?
A tap on the door startles me. My heart races in my chest, yet I compel myself to remain composed.
The door opens a bit with a creak. A serv
