Alissia POV
“Thank you for the dress,” I say, looking up at him as we move, “but why?”
He spins me around until my back is pressed against his chest, his breath warm on the back of my neck. “You want to portray the male character, right?” His voice is smooth, controlled. I nod, waiting for more. “How do you know how the female character feels? You don’t. The gift of the dress was meant to give you that same feeling—help you experience what your character would.”
So this was all part of the research? His explanation makes sense in theory, but something still feels off. His eyes flick across the room, like he’s having a silent conversation with someone.
I can’t shake the feeling that this dance isn’t just for me—it’s part of something larger, something calculated. He turns me and pulls m
