Chloe’s POV
I did not sleep after he left.
The room felt different once the door closed behind him. Not quieter. Just emptier. Like something had been ripped out and the space had not learned how to breathe again.
I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, my robe pulled tight around my body, staring at the spot where he had stood. My skin still felt hot where his hands had been. My chest hurt in a dull, steady way that would not go away.
He had come drunk.
That alone scared me.
Drake never lost control in public. He never stumbled. He never let anyone see him weak. Seeing him like that, heavy with alcohol and desperation, had shaken something deep inside me.
The words he said replayed again and again in my head.
You are mine.
I own you.
You cannot leave me.
They were not spo
