Adrian's POV
Violet.
The moment I spot her across the room, it was as if the world tilts.
She stands there like a goddamn dream, wrapped in deep red satin that clings to every curve, the slit teasing her thigh with every movement she makes.
Her hair falls in soft waves, lips painted the same shade as her dress, like blood waiting to be tasted.
Fuck.
The atmosphere is calm, the music is slow . All I see is her.
And Mason.
His hand rests on her waist like he f*****g belongs there, thumb brushing lazy circles against her bare skin. Skin I used to claim. Skin that still burns for me, I know it does.
Rage coils in my gut, the f**k he was holding her for?. Ares growls, tearing at the edges of my control. Mine.
I move without thinking, each step fueled by my rage.
People scatter out
