Ash’s POVThe hallway felt narrower than it should, the air thick with a mix of perfume, cigarette smoke, and adrenaline. Ash’s chest ached from the closeness of Andreas earlier, the storm of heat and possession still burning through his veins. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he tried to steady his racing heartbeat. Val had appeared unexpectedly, smooth and deliberate, his presence a subtle intrusion into the fragile cocoon Ash had built around himself.Ash noticed it immediately, the way Val’s eyes scanned him with that dangerous calculation, sharp and assessing. It wasn’t anger or amusement this time; it was something colder, more precise, like he was seeing through Ash’s every layer. The tension was physical, pressing down on Ash’s shoulders, constricting his breath. He tried to pull away, to ground himself,
آخر تحديث : 2026-02-17
