Along the line
1127 Words
Denise hesitated for only a second before she followed him.
That second mattered.
Because the moment she moved, she realized something unsettling—
Liam didn’t walk like a man expecting to be obeyed.
He walked like a man who already knew he would be.
The street behind them felt quieter as they moved. Even the injured man on the ground didn’t make a sound anymore, just watched them with fear as Liam passed.
Denise kept a few steps behind.
Not because she was afraid of him.
At least… that’s what she told herself.
But because being too close to him made it hard to think.
“Why are you here?” she asked finally.
Liam didn’t slow down. “You were being followed.”
“I can handle myself.”
A pause.
Then, calmly:
“No, you can’t.”
Denise frowned at his back. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
“That’s not—”
Liam stopped walking suddenly.
Denise nearly bumped into him.
He turned slightly, just enough for his profile to catch the streetlight.
His eyes were darker now than they had been earlier.
Not angry.
Focused.
“You don’t notice things,” he said.
Denise blinked. “What does that mean?”
Liam stepped closer.
Denise instinctively wanted to step back—but the wall of a closed shop was already behind her.
He noticed that too.
His gaze dropped briefly to the space she had no escape from.
Then back to her face.
“You don’t notice when someone is watching you,” he said quietly. “You don’t notice when you’re being targeted.”
Denise crossed her arms, trying to steady herself. “And you do?”
A faint, humorless smile.
“I always do.”
The air between them felt tight again.
Denise tried to ignore the way her pulse reacted when he was this close.
“I’m not your responsibility,” she said.
Liam didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, his eyes traced her face slowly, like he was memorizing it again.
Then:
“No,” he agreed.
A pause.
Denise blinked, slightly thrown off.
Liam leaned in just a fraction.
His voice lowered.
“You’re worse than that.”
Her stomach tightened. “Worse?”
Something flickered behind his eyes.
Like he regretted the word the moment he said it.
But it was already out.
“You’re a problem I can’t ignore.”
Denise scoffed softly. “That’s flattering.”
“It’s honest.”
Silence again.
Then Liam stepped back as if he had just reminded himself of something important.
“Come on.”
They continued walking.
But now the distance between them felt even more loaded than before.
—
When they arrived at the estate again, the gates opened immediately.
Like they were expecting him.
Like they were always expecting him.
Denise glanced at the guards as they passed.
They didn’t look at her this time.
They looked at Liam.
With something close to caution.
Inside, the mansion was darker now.
Not dim.
Controlled.
Like the entire place responded to his mood.
Denise followed him through the marble hallways again, her footsteps echoing softly.
“This place is… too big,” she muttered.
Liam didn’t look back. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I didn’t say I was staying.”
He stopped at the top of the stairs.
Then turned slightly.
Just enough for his gaze to pin her in place again.
“You came back,” he said simply.
Denise opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Because that was true.
And she hated that it was.
Liam studied her reaction for a moment longer, then continued walking.
“Your room is ready,” he said.
Denise frowned. “My room?”
“You’ll stay here.”
“I never agreed—”
“You will.”
That tone again.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
Just certain.
Denise followed him down a long corridor, irritation building in her chest.
“This is insane,” she said. “You don’t even know me and you’re acting like—like I’m something you own.”
Liam stopped in front of a door.
Didn’t turn immediately.
When he finally did, his expression was unreadable.
“I don’t own people,” he said.
Denise frowned. “That’s not what it sounds like.”
A brief pause.
Then Liam stepped closer.
His voice dropped slightly.
“You misunderstand me.”
Denise held her ground, even though her heart was reacting far too quickly again.
“Then explain it properly.”
For a moment, something in his face softened.
Just barely.
Like he was considering it.
Then it disappeared again.
“You’re safe here,” he said instead.
Denise laughed once, short and disbelieving. “Safe? After what I just saw you do in the street?”
Liam’s jaw tightened slightly.
“That was protection,” he said.
Denise stared at him. “You almost broke his neck.”
“He shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.”
The words came out too easily.
Too naturally.
Denise went still.
There it was again.
That possessive claim.
She took a small step forward, eyes narrowing.
“I’m not yours.”
Liam didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, his gaze dropped briefly to her lips.
Just a second.
Then back to her eyes.
The silence stretched.
Then:
“Not yet,” he repeated.
Denise felt something shift in her chest at that again—annoying, confusing, persistent.
Liam opened the door.
The room inside was large.
Far too large for one person.
Soft lighting. Clean sheets. A balcony overlooking the city.
Everything felt… prepared.
Like he had expected her to say yes before she even arrived.
“This is where you’ll stay,” he said.
Denise didn’t move inside yet.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly.
Liam didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he stepped closer again—but stopped just short of touching her.
Too controlled for comfort.
Too restrained for someone who acted so dangerous earlier.
His eyes held hers.
For a moment, the intensity in them shifted.
Something almost human surfaced beneath it.
Then he said:
“Because I don’t want anyone else deciding your life before I do.”
Denise’s breath caught slightly.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“It does to me.”
Silence.
Then Liam stepped back again, breaking the tension deliberately.
“Rest,” he said.
Denise hesitated.
Then finally stepped inside.
But as she turned slightly, she noticed something through the half-open door behind her.
Liam hadn’t left yet.
He was still there.
Watching her.
Like he was making sure she didn’t disappear.
And in the quiet corridor behind him…
his hand curled slightly into a fist.
As if restraining something beneath his skin.
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