Third POVThe evening was quiet, too quiet, except for the low sound of music coming from the small speaker on the table. Velvet sat on the couch, her heart racing, her cheeks warm. She didn’t know how it started, one look, one careless word, and now here they were, lost in the kind of moment she had only dreamed about.Zavian’s hand was on her waist, firm but gentle. His eyes, sharp and dark, watched her face like she was the only thing in the world. She could feel the pull between them, heavy and real. Every time he looked at her like that, her heart forgot how to beat right.“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice small, teasing.He froze for a moment, his chest rising slowly. He had told her not to call him that, not because he didn’t like it, but because it made things harder. He was her father’s best friend, the man trusted to look after her while she studied in RavenHills. But hearing her say it like that made him weak.“Velvet …” his tone was low, warning, but it didn’t sound like
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