~KhiraThe car slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant.I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, the anticipation and nerves twisting together in a tight knot that made my stomach flip. Adrien turned toward me, his gaze lingering, sharp but soft all at once. “If anything feels wrong tonight,” he said slowly, his voice thick, “you call me. Only me. Do you understand?”I nodded, trying to keep my hands steady, my fingers brushing the fabric of the dress he had insisted on buying for me. The dress was perfect, exactly what he had described, a quiet elegance that didn’t scream for attention but demanded it anyway. It hugged my figure in all the right ways, falling to my knees with a grace that made me feel taller, stronger, and almost untouchable. He had refused three others before this, shaking his head each time with that same unreadable expression. “Too plain,” he’d
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