Elliot POV
The light from the phone screen cut through the dark kitchen like a sharp knife. I stood still, my bare feet stuck to the floor, staring at the message until the words became a blur.
I know what you're hiding under your jersey.
My thumbs shook as I held the phone. A heavy silence filled the penthouse, broken by the sound of rain hitting the glass. The peace we had built earlier disappeared in a second, leaving behind a harsh reality. The screen went dark, but the words stayed in my mind.
"Elliot?"
Sebastian's voice was low and serious. It was the tone he used when someone crossed a line on the ice, sharp and commanding. The relaxed Alpha who was teasing me on the couch was gone.
Before I could answer, the floor creaked behind me. Sebastian crossed the kitchen
