ELLISON MANSION – PSYCHE’S ROOM
Psyche was still pacing inside her room, heart pounding from frustration, from anger… from confusion. Every movement she made seemed loud in the quiet of the mansion. She sank into the bed, trying to calm herself, but the door suddenly clicked open.
Harrison.
His presence filled the doorway before she could even react. Tall, intimidating, yet impossibly composed. He didn’t knock. He didn’t announce himself. He just… appeared.
Psyche froze, her breath catching.
“Harrison…?” her voice trembled, half-angry, half-relieved.
He stepped inside slowly, deliberate, his eyes locked onto hers. Every step seemed to shrink the room, every glance a silent claim.
“Azalea, stop pretending you don’t care.” His voice was low, dangerous, yet soft enough to make her puls
