LOGINScarlett's POV I sat frozen in my car. My hands were stuck to the steering wheel. I could not move them. My whole body felt like ice. Through the front window, I watched Victor. He got out of his big black car. He did not look at me. His eyes were looking at something behind my car. In his hand, he held a gun. It was black and scary. He walked slowly to the front of my car. He stood right near my window. My heart beat so fast. It was like a drum in my chest. I thought he was angry about last night. I thought he came to punish me for the kiss. I had to get out. I had to run. I moved my shaking hand. I reached for the door handle. I pulled it. Nothing happened. I looked down. The little lock was down. I did not lock it. I never lock my doors when I drive. I tried again. I pulled the handle hard. Click. A soft sound came from all the doors. They all locked at the same time. I did not touch the lock button. He had locked me in with some special thing in his car. I was trapped.
Scarlett's POV The morning light felt wrong. It was too bright. It showed everything I wanted to hide. I walked down the big stairs. Each step was heavy. My legs did not want to move. The house was too quiet. It was a big, empty box of quiet. This quiet was much worse. I pushed the kitchen door open. It felt like pushing into a room full of water. And there he was. Victor. He stood with his back to me. He looked out the big window at the perfect garden. He wore a black suit. He looked like a king in a story book. A cold, far away king. He did not turn. He did not say my name. It was like I was a ghost. Then I saw Jaxon. He sat at the table. He held a coffee cup. He looked up when I came in. His eyes got big for a second. Then he looked down fast. My face got hot. I felt naked in my own skin. "Morning," Jaxon said. His voice was soft, like he was talking to a sick person. I could not speak. My throat was closed tight. I just nodded. My eyes went back to Victor's back. Why
Victor's POVThe door clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed in the sudden silence of my room.I stood frozen in the middle of the space that had always been my sanctuary, my fortress. Now it felt different. The air was different. It still carried her scent , that fresh, flower, like smell that was entirely her own. My hands wouldn't stop trembling. I stared at them, these hands that had just held her, touched her, and I curled them into tight fists until my knuckles turned white.What in God's name had I just done?My body remembered everything. The memory of her body pressed against mine was burned into my skin. So small, so warm, so alive beneath my hands. My lips still tingled with the taste of her , young, sweet, intoxicating. She hadn't just allowed the kiss; she had met it with a fire that shocked me, that called to something deep and dangerous within me.She was supposed to be just a girl. The broken thing I'd fished out of the river. I gave her a name, a purpose, a roof ov
Scarlett's pov I stood there for a long time, just breathing. My mind was full of his face. His dark eyes looking at me. His deep voice saying my name. The way his body felt against mine. So hard and so strong. I had never felt like this before. It was scary but it was good. The sound of my own heart was so loud in my ears. It was like a drum. I almost did not hear the quiet footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly looked up. I pulled my hand away from my mouth. It was Jaxon. He stood at the end of the hallway. He was not moving. He was just staring at me. His eyes, which are usually hard to read, were wide open. He was looking at my face. Then he looked at the door behind me. Then he looked back at my face. He saw everything. He saw my red cheeks. He saw my kissed lips. He saw the crazy, happy look in my eyes that I could not hide. I felt my breath stop. "Jaxon–" I started to say. But he did not let me finish. His face changed. It became dark and angry. He did not say one word
I pushed the door open slowly. Victor’s room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the heavy curtains. He stood by the window, his back to me, the lines of his shoulders tense even in the low light. “You wanted to see me?” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. He turned, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Close the door.” I did, the click of the latch sounding final in the quiet room. He didn’t move from his spot, just watched me, his gaze a physical weight. “The school called,” he stated, his voice low. “I figured they would.” “They told me you were suspended. That you assaulted another student.” “She deserved it,” I said, lifting my chin. I wouldn’t apologize. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It wasn’t a friendly look. It was predatory. “I know. I had the entire incident investigated. The girl is a bully. Her family is… insignificant.” He took a step toward me. Then another. The space between us, which had felt so large,
Scarlett's POVI went straight to my room after everything that happened. I won't lie—I felt good. Not the type of good that makes you laugh, but the kind that makes you breathe easy, like a heavy load just left your chest. Everyone had pissed me off today, and then there was Victor. The thought of him made my heart skip a beat.Later that evening, there was a knock on my door. Before I could answer, Jaxon walked in. His face looked tight, and the way his jaw moved, I knew something was wrong.“You went into his room, didn’t you?” he asked sharply.I sat up, confused. “Yes, I did. Why?”He folded his arms and stared at me like he couldn’t believe what he just heard. "You went in there without his permission.”“So?” I frowned. “I just went to have a conversation with him, and I already told you I was going to. What’s the big deal?”He ran his hand through his hair, breathing hard. “Nobody goes into his room, Scarlett. Nobody!”I blinked, trying to understand why he was so mad. “It’s ju







