SERENA’S POV
He approached us leisurely, each step deliberate, unhurried, almost feline—like a predator aware of its power, moving with the slow grace of one who knew there was no need to rush.
His presence filled the dim corridor long before his body drew near, and I felt the air grow heavier, charged with the strange magnetic pull he always carried with him.
“Leave,” he murmured at last, the single word carrying the weight of absolute authority.
His voice was low, soft even, yet it reverberated in the silence of the hallway as though it had been shouted.
He stopped less than a foot away from me, close enough for the faint warmth of his body to brush against my skin.
His heated gaze never once left me, but we both knew the command wasn’t for me.
“This is not fair!” she cried, he
