SERA
I knew the moment he stepped in that I made a very grave mistake.
He slipped in like smoke, silent, smooth, inevitable.
I took all of him in.
Dressed in black, head to toe. A crisp shirt stretched across his chest, open just enough to reveal the curve of his collarbone. His slacks hugged his hips like they were tailored by sin itself.
He closed the door behind him with a soft click, the lock turning like the snap of a loaded gun.
I froze.
“Knox…” His name barely made it past my lips.
My breath caught like a net around my lungs, and suddenly, the ivory wedding gown clinging to my body felt too tight, too warm, too suffocating.
He stepped closer, eyes glinting with something dangerous, something that sent a pulse straight to the pit of my stomach.
“Relax,” he murmured, voice
