~Lyra~
"Pull up the surveillance footage," he said, still holding my hand.
I stood there, stiff and unmoving.
Kael lifted my hand to his lips. He parted his mouth, nibbling lightly at my fingertip, his gold eyes dark and unreadable.
Terrifying. Tender. Like coaxing a beloved pet... or a lover he fully intended to break.
"Be good," he murmured, voice hoarse with something dangerous. "Go pull up the surveillance footage."
I felt frozen, staring at him. Still not moving.
The next second, Kael pushed me against the desk, my hips hitting the edge with a soft thud.
His palm flattened against the small of my back, fingers stroking up my spine in a slow, almost casual threat. His voice shifted, harder now, carrying the old, familiar force I recognized from a past I never wanted to relive.
