-POV Derby
The lobby had emptied out by the time Jordan finally let me go.
Not completely — his hand stayed on the small of my back as we walked toward the exit, a quiet, possessive touch that said more than words ever could. I could still feel the echo of his confession in the pantry, the way his voice had cracked when he admitted he no longer had control. The way his eyes had burned when I pushed back for the first time. The way his obsession had only deepened the moment he realized he couldn’t simply pull me back and make everything obey his will.
But the world didn’t care about what happened in private.
The world only saw what Tamara wanted it to see.
I felt her before I saw her.
The air in the lobby shifted, growing cooler, more polished, like someone had turned the temperature
