《Her Craving, His Brother 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Lumi’s POV“Come on, let’s go.”Clover’s hand wraps around my wrist, tugging gently at first, then firmer when I don’t move.“Lumi,” she pressed, her voice dropping, urgent now. “This place is disgusting. We’re leaving.”I didn't answer immediately. It’s like my skin knows before my brain does. My stomach twists, hard. I finally look down again—like maybe if I check one more time, it’ll somehow be different. It’s not.My throat tightens instantly.“Ugh—” I choke, turning slightly, my body reacting before I can even think properly. “Oh my God—”Clover spins fully now, her entire energy flipping from playful to violent in two seconds.“What the hell is wrong with people?!” she snaps, already scanning faces like she’s ready to fight everyone in a five-meter radius.I barely hear her. Because suddenly, I feel… small. Like every eye is on me, even the ones that aren’t.My fingers curl slightly at my sides. I hate this feeling. I hate it.“Lumi, we’re going,” Clover says again, firmer this

Briggs’ POVI walk away. At least—that’s what it looks like. From the outside, it’s simple. A brief interaction, few words exchanged, nothing that should matter. I’ve had hundreds of conversations like that. Short, direct, forgettable. This should’ve been one of them, but it isn’t.I don’t go far. I stop near the edge of the room, just enough distance to blend back into the environment, but still close enough to see her clearly. The lighting here is dimmer, the kind of spot most people overlook.My gaze shifts back to her almost immediately. She’s still at the bar, in the same seat. “She’s interesting…” The thought comes uninvited, uncessary.And that is exactly the problem.Because I don’t do anything “interesting.” I don’t stand around watching women, longer or revisit conversations.I move on, that’s how this works. That’s how I work. Yet, I’m still here watching her. That alone is enough to irritate me. I rest my fingers briefly against the edge of the table beside me, grounding

Lumi’s POVThe music is loud, bodies are moving, lights are shifting. But somehow, none of that touches me.It’s just him, standing there, waiting. He doesn’t move, that’s the first thing that annoys me. He doesn’t meet me halfway, step forward or even pretend to close the distance.He just watches me come to him, like he expected it. That alone pushes something in me. I’m so close to him now, close enough to feel the heat of his body. Not touching, but close enough that one wrong move would change that.For a second, nothing. Just silence.Then, his voice, low and calm. “You walked over.”I tilt my head slightly, folding my arms.“You didn’t,” I shot back. A small pause. Then I added, just to push him:“Was thinking maybe you’re scared to make a move on big mama.”There it is, a reaction. Small, but real. His eyes flicker, just for a second. Then, the corner of his mouth lifts. Not a full smile, not even close, but small. A smirk.And something about that, feels like approval. Like

Lumi’s POVI walk out of the room faster than I should. My heels hit the floor harder than usual, each step sharp, controlled, like I’m trying to shake something off. It doesn’t work, because it’s still there. That feeling, that tight, irritating, confusing pull sitting right in my chest. And the worst part? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to call it.Annoyance? Embarrassment? Frustration? All of it. None of it.I exhale sharply as I step back into the main club area. The noise hits me immediately, music, voices, movement, but it all feels… distant. Muted even.Like I’m not fully back yet. I spot Clover instantly, still at the bar. Her head snaps toward me the second she sees me. And the look on her face? Pure chaos.She straightens immediately, eyes wide.“WHY are you walking like that??” she blurts out, loud enough that someone beside her glances over. “What happened??”I blink at her.“…What do you mean how am I walking?”She gestures wildly at me.“That! That thing you’re doi

Lumi’s POVWe’re still outside, still too close. And I’m still standing by the car door like I didn’t just agree to this.The night air feels cooler now, but it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes everything sharper. The silence between us, the space that isn’t really space, the fact that I can feel him there without even looking.Clover leans closer to me, her voice dropping into a whisper that isn’t nearly as small as she thinks it is. “Please don’t start an attitude now. We need to get home alive.”I don’t look at her. I keep my eyes forward, fixed somewhere ahead like that will ground me.“I’m not starting anything.” It comes out low, flat even. A lie, because that irritation is still sitting right under my skin. That unfinished conversation from earlier is still replaying in my head like it didn’t end properly. Before I can say anything else, he moves.He just steps forward, opens the driver’s door like it’s already decided, and gets in. That alone, that quiet assumption, I fe