I can’t breathe properly.
The apartment is silent except for the uneven sound of my heartbeat pounding against my ribs hard enough to hurt. Every inhale feels thin and unsteady, like the air itself has thickened between us.
Ronan doesn’t move away.
The shredded remains of the contract still litter the floor around us in torn white pieces, but they barely register anymore. They feel insignificant now compared to the look in his eyes.
He’s still staring at me.
Not cold. Not detached. Not like the terrifyingly composed man who walks through boardrooms and ruins people with a single sentence.
This is something else entirely.
Something dangerously exposed.
Like he’s shown me too much. Like he’s waiting for the exact moment I decide he’s too much.
My throat tightens painfully.
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