UNHOLY POSSESSION
342 Words
INTRODUCTION
The first thing Seraphina noticed about him was the silence.
Not the absence of sound—no. The room was alive with it. Low music. Murmured conversations. Glasses clinking. Breath moving in shallow rhythms. But where he stood, the noise seemed to bend, as if the world instinctively knew better than to crowd him.
He didn’t look at her at first.
That should have been a relief.
Instead, it felt like a warning.
Seraphina had learned, over the years, to read rooms the way other people read faces. She knew when to leave, when to smile, when to disappear into corners and become forgettable. Survival had trained her well. But the moment she stepped inside the dimly lit lounge, something in her instincts faltered.
Because she had the strangest certainty—
That even without looking, he was already aware of her.
Her pulse ticked faster. Annoyed, she told herself it was nothing. Just another man with money, posture sharpened by authority, tailored black jacket hanging off him like it had been sewn to his body instead of bought. Lagos was full of men like that.
Except none of them made the air feel heavier.
She took a step toward the bar.
And that was when he turned.
His gaze found her with surgical precision, as if he had been waiting for the exact moment she moved. Dark eyes. Unreadable. Calm in a way that suggested chaos was something he kept leashed, not avoided.
The look wasn’t hunger.
It was assessment.
Seraphina’s breath stuttered—not because she wanted him, but because something ancient in her recognized danger and leaned closer instead of away.
He didn’t smile.
Didn’t nod.
Didn’t beckon.
He simply held her there with his eyes, expressionless, until the weight of his attention sank into her skin.
And in that moment—before he ever touched her, before he ever spoke—
Something inside her whispered a truth she would spend the rest of the night trying to outrun:
You do not walk away from men like this.
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