|Flashback - 2 Days Ago|
"Are you seeing someone?" I ask, my voice even, careful.
Draven lifts his gaze from the contract, his sharp, piercing eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, he just stares, as if weighing the intent behind my words. Then, he exhales through his nose, setting his pen down with deliberate slowness.
"No." His tone is firm, absolute.
I study him, searching for any sign of hesitation, but there is none.
"Have you been seeing someone recently?" I press, not because I care—not in the way a real fiancée would—but because if we're doing this, I need clarity. No hidden complications.
His jaw tightens, the muscle there ticking slightly. "No."
I arch a brow. "Then what about your exes?"
Draven's expression doesn't waver. "What about them?"
I shrug, swirling my wine. "
