ELYRA.
My eyes flipped open so fast they almost hurt.
For a second, I just stared, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The air between us felt charged, thick with something I couldn’t name. Confusion sat heavy in my chest.
What was wrong with this man? With him, nothing was ever simple.
Then it hit me.
He liked control. He liked tension. He liked stretching moments thin until they almost snapped. He seemed to live for that kind of… kink. The slow burn. The unspoken power game.
My cheeks warmed as the realization settled in. Of course, this was probably another one of his twisted little plays.
Before I could piece my thoughts together, his voice cut through the silence.
“There’s going to be a gala tonight.”
I blinked.
“What?”
He was standing by the door now, looking a
