Chapter 3: The Edge of Desire
250 Words
Yesha should have walked away.
She should have pushed them both aside, slammed the door, and never looked back. But instead, she stood there, breathless, caught between the fire in Roched’s smirk and the storm raging in Suno’s eyes.
She hated this.
She loved this.
“This is dangerous,” she whispered, more to herself than to them.
Roched chuckled, stepping closer until the scent of him—smoky cologne and something distinctly sinful—wrapped around her.
“Danger keeps things interesting, sweetheart.”
Suno exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
“Stop playing with her, Roched.”
Roched tilted his head, amused. “I could say the same to you.”
Yesha clenched her fists. “I’m not some game.”
Roched smirked. “No, baby. You’re the whole damn prize.”
Her pulse spiked.
Suno moved then, fast and purposeful, grabbing her wrist—gentle, but firm.
“Come with me,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but laced with something raw.
Yesha’s breath hitched.
Roched’s gaze darkened. “And if she doesn’t?”
Suno’s grip tightened slightly, his jaw clenched. “Then I walk away. For good.”
Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.
Yesha’s heart pounded.
Roched smirked, but there was something colder beneath it now. “Well, sweetheart?”
Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. Every choice led to destruction. Every path burned.
But she had to choose.
And when she did—
Someone would lose.
Someone would break.
And someone would never forgive her.
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