Mark was dressed in a perfectly tailored gray suit, his hair neat and precise. Calm, polished, almost refined. Completely different from the man he used to be.
When I walked in, he stood up right away and pulled out a chair for me.
"Hannah, what coffee would you like?"
I didn't sit. I just stood across from him, looking at him coldly.
"Louis said you're in love with me."
I threw the question at him like a knife.
Mark's smile froze for a split second.
But he recovered quickly, even letting out a low chuckle.
"My brother… finally told the truth for once."
He didn't deny it. He admitted it.
A chill shot up from my feet, spreading through my entire body.
Mark looked at me, eyes burning, filled with an intensity I had never seen before.
Obsession. Something close to madness.
"Yes.
