Zayne
I watched her freeze the second she stepped inside. Cute. Yeah… very cute. The way her hands twitched toward her suitcase, the way her eyes darted to the floor before meeting mine, it made something coil tight in my chest. Not possession this time. Something heavier. Something that throbbed with frustration I wasn’t used to feeling.
“Thinking you can ignore me,” I said again, voice low, but the edge was different now, more of… disbelief.
She swallowed slowly. And then she tried to sidestep me.
I didn’t move. My presence still filled the room, but instead of trying to intimidate her, I just stood there, waiting for her to say something. Anything.
“Zayne…” she started, tentative, a soft sound that wasn’t pleading this time. Just tired. Closed off.
“Cute,” I repeated, but the word
