Sebastian stood in the shadows of the doorway, his blood running cold.
He knew the moment he saw them — knew it in the way Marcus stood too close, in the way Isabelle tilted her face up toward his. The air between them was charged, intimate… and it made Sebastian’s fists clench at his sides.
The porch light cast their figures in soft, golden relief — and when Marcus leaned in, Sebastian’s chest tightened so hard it hurt.
He shouldn’t care. He told himself that over and over. But as he watched Marcus’s hand linger at the small of her back, as he saw the way Isabelle didn’t immediately pull away —
He did care. More than he should. More than he could control.
The light flicked on without him even realizing he’d moved.
And when Marcus’s hand fell away, when Isabelle turned toward the hou
